VII.

And Gaul, her infantry thus forced to yield, Now tries the onset of her dashing horse; And charging through the valley shakes the field With thunderous gallop, trampling fallen horse And writhing wounded men without remorse. Our bold hussars beside the river’s edge With flaming carbines they would backward force; Their chargers’ strength they wield like potent wedge, And strive to urge our men adown the rocky ledge.