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

Urged their fierce veterans. Our’s that day was Glory’s goal!

XI.

And at Fuéntes d’Onor, whose chapelled steep

’Gainst multiplied assaults thy forces shield;

Too late arriving, save the dead to weep,

At Albuera’s dire, tremendous field,

Where great the cost—yet Victory’s clarion pealed;

And with terrific march the fusiliers,

When shook the balance scorning proud to yield,

Mounted the fatal hill which cannon clears,