At seven they rose, however, and survey’d The Russ flotilla getting under way; ’Twas nine, when still advancing undismay’d, Within a cable’s length their vessels lay Off Ismail, and commenced a cannonade, Which was return’d with interest, I may say, And by a fire of musketry and grape, And shells and shot of every size and shape.
For six hours bore they without intermission The Turkish fire, and aided by their own Land batteries, work’d their guns with great precision: At length they found mere cannonade alone By no means would produce the town’s submission, And made a signal to retreat at one. One bark blew up, a second near the works Running aground, was taken by the Turks.
The Moslem, too, had lost both ships and men; But when they saw the enemy retire, Their Delhis mann’d some boats, and sail’d again, And gall’d the Russians with a heavy fire, And tried to make a landing on the main; But here the effect fell short of their desire: Count Damas drove them back into the water Pell-mell, and with a whole gazette of slaughter.
‘If’ (says the historian here) ‘I could report All that the Russians did upon this day, I think that several volumes would fall short, And I should still have many things to say;’ And so he says no more—but pays his court To some distinguish’d strangers in that fray; The Prince de Ligne, and Langeron, and Damas, Names great as any that the roll of Fame has.
This being the case, may show us what Fame is: For out of these three ‘preux Chevaliers,’ how Many of common readers give a guess That such existed? (and they may live now For aught we know.) Renown ’s all hit or miss; There’s fortune even in fame, we must allow. ’Tis true the Memoirs of the Prince de Ligne Have half withdrawn from him oblivion’s screen.
But here are men who fought in gallant actions As gallantly as ever heroes fought, But buried in the heap of such transactions Their names are rarely found, nor often sought. Thus even good fame may suffer sad contractions, And is extinguish’d sooner than she ought: Of all our modern battles, I will bet You can’t repeat nine names from each Gazette.
In short, this last attack, though rich in glory, Show’d that somewhere, somehow, there was a fault, And Admiral Ribas (known in Russian story) Most strongly recommended an assault; In which he was opposed by young and hoary, Which made a long debate; but I must halt, For if I wrote down every warrior’s speech, I doubt few readers e’er would mount the breach.