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

Till Nial’s foe at last i’ th’ trench doth silent lie.

XXIX.

The Gaulish column while the deed dismayed,

New daring to the British line it gave.

Their rattling musketry more vigorous played,

And clouds of smoke arose with curling wave

O’erarching all the arena of the brave.

Nor yet the fireballs ceased to light the war,

Nor yet the grape to fall where none could save

Or life or limb, nor yet to roar from far