But a stone bastion, with a narrow gorge,
And walls as thick as most skulls born as yet;
Two batteries, cap-à-pie, as our St. George,
Casemated one, and t’ other “a barbette,”
Of Danube’s bank took formidable charge;
While two-and-twenty cannon duly set
Rose over the town’s right side, in bristling tier,
Forty feet high, upon a cavalier.