length  and  train,
Each peril past, unite on Cuzco's plain;
resolves beneath the shroud of night
To pierce the hostile camp, and brave the fight;
Though weak the wrong'd  arrowy showers
To the dire weapons stern  pours,
Fierce was th' unequal contest, for the soul,
When rais'd by some high passion's strong controul,
New strings the nerves, and o'er the glowing frame
Breathes the warm spirit of heroic flame.