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

VII.

I late have stood upon thy battle-fields;

On rugged-browed Roriça, where ’gainst France

Was earliest proved the strength that Britain wields,

And up the dread ravines thou didst advance

’Mongst olive-groves and ilex, where enhance

The perils of the way such crags as none

Save mountain-goats may leap—yet drove thy lance

The foeman thence. Arbutus smiled upon,

And myrtles kist thy brow, revived by Victory’s sun!