XXXI.

“Then on the steep and wooded height of Aire, Where Lusitain’s brigade shall bleeding fly, And lose the battle but that Hill is there, Resolved with British steel to do or die! While ’neath the Frenchman’s charge your galled ally Outnumbered falls, the might of England’s sons Will turn the stream of battle, raising high The fearful war-shout which the foeman stuns, Who flies to where the Adour with branching channel runs.