As when resistless Winds rush o'er the Deep,
And from its Anchor force the driving Ship,
Or furiously against the Woodland roar;
The leafy Harvest, tumbling, flies before:
So rush'd the Hero on the adverse Band,
So fled the Legions from his pow'rful Hand;
Till soon the rebel Lord he Pris'ner made,
And to the King his captive Prize convey'd