Her wings, like fierce tornados, gyring ran, Crusht their wide flanks and gain'd their flying van; Here Arnold charged; the hero storm'd and pour'd A thousand thunders where he turn' No pause, no parley; onward far he fray'd, Dispersed whole squadrons every bound he made, Broke thro their rampart, seized theircampand stores And pluck'd the standard from their broken towers.
"The Columbiad"
Joel Barlow