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

The deep bassoon and clarion shrill afar

Their echoes send—the mellow horn around

Gives softer notes, ring fifes their merry bar,

And rolls the doubling drum to stimulate the War.

XXXVIII.

“Roriça, hail! Vimièiro, blest thy sod!

For there the might of France is hurled to dust.

The robber-host is victory-smote by God.

Junot retires with all his spoils unjust,

But sated once for aye his gory lust!