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 mount the crest new columns of attack;

Ev’n gallant Ross an instant forced to bend

Before that fiery crowd recedeth back,

But to return next instant with no lack

Of desperate courage. Up the crest once more

Our heroes charge, nor Gallic fire doth slack.

Charge upon charge succeeding o’er and o’er,

Each gains and yields by turns—the sod is dyed with gore.

XLIV.