XXVII.

And Colborne nobly guided the brigade, Which now the mount hath carried to its crest; But there a terrible redoubt’s displayed, Where loop-holed works with musketry arrest The brave who fall with many a piercéd breast. No howitzer is there--no mountain-gun, But missiles scarce less dire our troops molest; For thundering down the steep comes many a stone, Huge, rugged, dealing death, or shattering flesh and bone.