VIII.

And near to fair Behóbia’s broken arch The Lusitan battalion secret placed Is with the British guards prepared to march Beyond the Adour, till Gaul herself shall taste Invasion’s sweets, her dreams of glory chased! Still stand i’ the camp the tent-sheets as before, Nor change appears nor new design embraced, When breaks that clouded morn from mist-drops o’er Pyrene’s towering hills, and gloom o’erspreads the shore.