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

Our flag now wear upon their summits high.

Five perilous hours our heroes by the cry

Of Freedom spurred, o’er crags stupendous toiling,

Have ceaseless fought where dead and wounded lie,

At every guarded post the Frenchman foiling,

And round Pyrene’s girth like powerful serpent coiling.

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But now the greater Rhune must too be won,

And Colborne’s corps and Longa’s force the hill.