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

Burst from the pale defenders; grenadiers,

Unmoved as rocks till then, in hundreds share

The ramparts’ doom which form their blackened biers;

And rush the stormers in with lustiest British cheers.

XI.

Of volumed smoke at length the eddying wave

Falls o’er the battlement and clears the ground.

Still would the sons of France the fortress save,

Amazed amid the ruin spread around;