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

XII.

Now Mont’ Orgullo vaunting Pride doth shew

Less proudly throned, for climb Olía’s side

The straining oxen, dragging upward slow,

With starting eye-ball and hoof opening wide,

Cannon and mortar o’er the foaming tide

Terrific hung. And Man the work completes,

Where fail the labouring beasts, till e’en Mount Pride

O’ercrested now from far defiance meets;

And from the Miradór who gazeth slaughter greets!