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 all the convoy, treasure, spoil was our’s.

At Echallar and Ivantelly stands

The foe once more, and tempts the leaguering powers;

But daring Barnes upon the mountain towers

With lion-heart, and smites the clustering foe.

Though five to one their number ’gainst us lours,

In vain the arméd throng withstands the blow.

The fortress-crag is won—the French are hurled below.

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On Ivantelly’s giant peak they fling