John Wilson, Scotish Descriptive Poems — Clyde… (1803)
“ So, where Clyde's silver currents smoothly glide,And ample lawns extend on every side,The Clydesdale heroes, bright in arms, are seenTo rival Rome's, in force and awful mien.While, robed in red, fierce flame the lengthened lines,From their bright arms a dreadful splendor shines;While tubes that, distant, drive the death unseen,Or gleaming swords flash terror o'er the Green; 70As if their leader sent through all his soul,Just to his motion moves the obedient whole ”
