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

VIII.

And on Vimieiro, where the deep defile

With rocks and torrent-beds and hardy pines

The foe entangles, while they climb with toil

The crescent-ridge that sweeps to the Atlantic. Shines

Thy bristling bayonet-row, and fall their lines,

Like corn the yeoman reaps. Thy triumph graced

Their cannon captured ’mid the purpling vines;

And backward fell their force to Torres chased,

Where I have marked the skill thy glorious Lines that traced.