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

And careful borne adown the turret steep,

Salustian soon within young Nial’s tent doth weep.

XI.

While Britain’s columns fierce assault the town,

Rages terrific strife without the wall;

The elements with fierce, o’ershadowing frown

Dashed through Pyrene’s wind-compelling hall,

And storm within and storm without appal!

The noble Soult of nobler Moore the foe,

Of San Sebastian strove to avert the fall;