XXXIII.

The Lusitan battalions first descried The advancing Chief, and raised a shout of joy. Uneasy they while distant he doth ride; Their treasure-trove, their gold without alloy! The British legions swift caught up the cry, Which swelled along the line till stern it rose To Battle’s shout appalling fierce the sky-- The shout that tells the breast to Victory goes, The shout that ne’er was heard unmoved by Britain’s foes!