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

Down the far hill-side to the valley deep.

The fort is our’s! The tricolor is torn

By Nial from the flag-staff at a leap;

And, Spain, thy lions and thy towers upborne

In many a victor field its summit proud adorn.

XXIX.

The Bayonnette is won! The mountain’s brow

Doth bear a signal-tower whose beechen arms

Soult’s mandates wonted to transmit till now,

And o’er his lines convey with magic charms