XXXIX.

But sudden rises o’er the mountain’s crest-- What is’t? An army new of warriors dread-- Pack’s corps, whose swift approach by Soult unguest Great Arthur’s eagle-eye to battle led, In place and time where best our ranks are fed. Instant their clattering fire is hostile blended. Cole smites the foeman’s right, whose left too bled From Lusia’s arms; their front, by Pack offended, With violent shock the vale in headlong flight descended.