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

From Echallar on Barbe our men descend,

And win the fort with British shouts of power.

The camp of Sarre’s outflanked, Clausel doth end

Resistance there, retiring in that hour.

He dreads his rear cut off, resigns his tower

Of strength—the greater Rhune, and takes his stand

Upon the lesser height. But soon the flower

Of Britain’s rifles crown the mountain grand,

And from the Hermitage the lower heights command.

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