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

While gallant Inglis down the mountain o’er

Clausel and Conroux falls with shock that frights them sore.

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And headlong from the Sierra Byng, too, comes

To where Maucune the smiling village keeps.

Our cannon from the height the ear benumbs;

The bullets crash where that Arcadia sleeps,

And many a peasant for his Lares weeps.

Along the valley booms the thunderous sound;

And quivering child and pallid virgin creeps