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

For flashed the Demon red o’er every part.

The crackling flames across each window dart,

And cast a lurid glare o’er faces pale

With dread, or screaming till their eyeballs start

Wild, frantic, terrible. The bravest quail,

For, ah, so dense the crowd no means of ’scape avail.

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“Fire” “Fire!”—the cry of agony again

More shrill ascended—“ay!” and “u!” the scream;