Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

And frantic with the fiery mass each bound

Whirled through the air—the wheels themselves alight—

They dragged both horse and waggon o’er the ground,

Till all was shattered ’mongst Ernani’s orchards found.

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“Swift—to the Island!” both the friends exclaim;

And as night fell their boats from cove concealed

Beneath Antigua’s convent seaward came;

Full soon with muffled oars that nought revealed,

They lay ’neath Santa Clara’s rocky field;