名人诗歌|A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (35)

Meanwhile the Tuscan army, Right glorious to behold^{1, Come flashing back the noonday light, Rank behind rank, like surges bright Of a broad sea of gold. Four hundred trumpets2 sounded A peal3 of warlike glee, As that great host, with measured tread, And spears advanced, and ensigns spread, Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three.}