Eight lances' shock, that eight such warriors guide, Which all at once against the king they rest, Endured the stout and scaly serpent's hide, In which the cruel Moor his limbs had drest.
As a barque rights itself, -- the sheet untied, Which held its sail, -- by growing wind opprest;
So speedily Sir Rodomont arose, Though a hill had been uprooted by the blows.