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 Leo’s sun in vain o’er them doth pour

His maddening rays—for courage warms them more!

But clambering Santa Cruz’s torrid steep,

Full many a soldier fell convulsed, while gore

And froth commixed their parchéd mouths o’erleap,

And respite found from toil in Death’s eternal sleep!

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And leaned their comrades on their firelocks then,

Whose spirits stern had ne’er before been quelled;