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

IX.

And upon Talavera’s glorious hill,

Scorched by the glare of Leo’s burning sun,

Where drank the rival warriors from the rill,

And fired Belluno many a thunderous gun,

Which Britain’s warriors fiercely shouting won;

And plunged our horsemen down the fearful chasm,

Though smote, victorious; and terrific run

The flames through shrubs all parched by heat’s miasm,