VI.

Thus breaking fast the spirit of Gallia’s sons, Great Arthur now begins his great emprize; Where Bidasóa’s stream impetuous runs, Resolved to pass though strenuous Soult defies. And while the thunder-storm doth lash the skies, His dread artillery’s ranged on Marcial’s flanks. O’er the tall crest doth many a cannon rise; His columns line the Bidasóa’s banks, In silence poured along, and form their warlike ranks.