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

While o’er the affrighted plain their broken lines enlarge.

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“But Vengeance comes! Beneath Morena’s shade,

At Baylen see on Andaluzan plains

Where sinks Dupont by olive-circled glade

And deep ravine where blood like water rains,

And wears his mighty host dishonouring chains.

Castaños, Reding, bright your laurels shine,

While prostrate ’neath your arm the Gaul remains;