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 peak to peak, while gathering rain-drops lag,

The fiery demon leaps, from chasm to crown—

Terrific dance!—then hides ’neath blackest frown,

Whose pall o’erspreads the sky; low growls at times,

Then volleying roars while floods the welkin drown.

Andaye took up the song of mountain-climes,

And Jaizquibél gave back the sound with thunder-chimes!

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San Marcial echoes it with savage pride,

The Grand Monarque rebellows it with zeal.