A stately mansion, far and wide from whence The sight ranged unimpeded, and survey'd Streams, hills, and forests, fair variety! The traveller knew its hospitable towers, For open were the gates, and blazed for all The friendly fire. By glory lured, the youth 269 Went forth; and he had bathed his falchion's edge In many a Frenchman's blood; now crush'd beneath The ponderous fragments force, his lifeless limbs Lie quivering.
Lo! towards the levelled moat, A moving tower the men of Orleans wheel Four stages elevate. Above was hung, Equalling the walls, a bridge; in the lower stage A battering-ram: within a chosen troop
Of archers, through the opening, shot their shafts. In the loftiest part was Conrade, so prepared To mount the rampart; for, no hunter he, 280 He loved to see the dappled foresters Browze fearless on their lair, with friendly eye, And happy in beholding happiness, Not meditating death: the bowman's art Therefore he little knew, nor was he wont To aim the arrow at the distant foe, But uprear in close conflict, front to front, His battle-axe, and break the shield and helm, First in the war of men. There too the Maid Awaits, impatient on the wall to wield
Her falchion. Onward moves the heavy tower, Slow o'er the moat and steady, though the foe Shower'd there their javelins, aim'd their engines there, And from the arbalist the fire-tipt dart
Shot burning through the sky. In vain it flamed, For well with many a reeking hide secured, Pass'd on the dreadful pile, and now it reach'd The wall. Below, with forceful impulse driven, The iron-headed engine swings its stroke, Then back recoils; while they within who guide, In backward step collecting all their strength, 301 Anon the massy beam with stronger arm Drive full and fierce. So rolls the swelling sea
Its curly billows to the unmoved foot
Of some huge promontory, whose broad base 305 Breaks the rough wave; the shiver'd surge rolls back, Till, by the coming billow borne, it bursts Again, and foams with ceaseless violence: The wanderer, on the sunny clift outstretch'd, Harks to the roaring surges, as they rock His weary senses to forgetfulness.
But nearer danger threats the invaders now, For on the ramparts, lower'd from above
Rose from the hostile hosts. The exultant French
Break out in loud rejoicing, whilst the foe Raise a responsive cry, and call aloud
For speedy succour there, with deafening shout Cheering their comrades. Not with louder din The mountain-torrent flings precipitate
Its bulk of waters, though amid the fall Shatter'd, and dashing silvery from the rock.
Lo! on the bridge forth comes the undaunted man, Conrade the gather'd foes along the wall
Throng opposite, and on him point their pikes, 325 Cresting with armed men the battlements.
He undismay'd, though on that perilous height, Stood firm, and hurl'd his javelin; the keen point Pierced through the destined victim, where his arm Join'd the broad breast: a wound which skilful care Haply had heal'd; but, him disabled now For farther service, the unpitying throng Of his tumultuous comrades from the wall Thrust headlong. Nor did Conrade cease to throw His deadly javelins fast, for well within
The tower was stored with weapons, to his hand Quickly supplied. Nor did the mission'd Maid Rest idle from the combat; she, secure,
Aim'd the keen quarrel, taught the cross-bow's use By the willing mind that what it well desires 340 Gains aptly nor amid the numerous throng, Though haply erring from their destin'd mark, Sped her sharp arrows frustrate. From the tower Ceaseless the bow-strings twang: the knights below, Each by his pavais bulwark'd, thither aim'd Their darts, and not a dart fell woundless there; So thickly throng'd they stood, and fell as fast As when the monarch of the East goes forth From Gemna's banks and the proud palaces Of Delhi, the wild monsters of the wood Die in the blameless warfare: closed within The still-contracting circle, their brute force Wasting in mutual rage, they perish there, Or by each other's fury lacerate, The archer's barbed arrow, or the lance
Of some bold youth of his first exploits vain,
Rajah or Omrah, in the war of beasts
Venturous, and learning thus the love of blood.
Shouts of alarm ring now along the wall, For now the French their scaling ladders place, And bearing high their bucklers, to the assault Mount fearless: from above the furious troops Fling down such weapons as inventive care Or frantic rage supplies: huge stones and beams Crush the assailants; some, thrust from the height, Fall living to their death; tormented some And writhing wildly as the liquid lead Consumes their flesh, leap desperately down,
To end their pain by death. Still others mount, And by their fellows' fate unterrified,
Still dare the perilous way. Nor dangerless To the English was the fight, though where they stood The vantage-place was theirs; for them amidst Fast fled the arrows there; and brass-wing'd darts, There driven resistless from the espringal, Keeping their impulse even in the wound,
Whirl as they pierce the victim. Some fall crush'd Beneath the ponderous fragment that descends The heavier from its height: some the long lance, Whizzing impetuous on its viewless way, Transfix'd. The cannon ever and anon With thunder rent the air; conflicting shouts And war-cries French and English rung around, And Saints and Devils were invoked in prayers And execrations, Heaven and Hell adjured.
Conrade, meantime, who stood upon the bridge,
With many a well-aim'd javelin dealing death, Made way upon the rampart and advanced With wary valour o'er his slaughter'd foes. Two youths, the boldest of the English host, Essay'd to thrust him from that perilous height; At once they press'd upon him: he, his axe Dropping, the dagger drew: one through the throat He pierced, and swinging his broad buckler round, Struck down his comrade. Even thus unmoved, Stood Corineus, the sire of Guendolen, When grappling with his monstrous enemy He the brute vastness held aloft, and bore, And headlong hurl'd, all shatter'd to the sea, Down from the rock's high summit, since that day Him, hugest of the giants, chronicling,
Bounds o'er the bridge, and to the wind displays Her hallowed banner. At that welcome sight A general shout of acclamation rose, And loud, as when the tempest-tossing forest Roars to the roaring wind. Then terror seized The garrison; and fired anew with hope, The fierce assailants to their prize rush on Resistless, Vainly do their English foes
Hurl there their beams, and stones, and javelins, And fire-brands; fearless in the escalade, The assailants mount, and now upon the wall Wage equal battle.
With indignation, Glacidas beheld
His troops fly scatter'd ; fast on every side
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