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

Before that charge the might of Jena fades.

As reeds are swept beneath the torrent’s gush,

So headlong falls the Frank, and feels subjection’s blush.

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But rapid Soult who notes the unequal fight

O’er Bidasoa’s stream two bridges throws

On barks securely moored and trestles light,

And, quick, Villatte’s reserves their fronts disclose.

O’er bridge and mount they fly to face their foes.