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

Next by Barouilhet’s ridge with thickets spread

Thou’lt stand resistless, battling thrice till night

The combat palls, and still to Victory led—

Triumphant at Saint Pierre, ’mid thousand warriors dead.

XXIX.

“Then o’er the Adour a monster-bridge thou’lt cast,

Lashing the Ocean-tide with chain of power,

Through no vain boast like Xerxes when he past

The stormy Hellespont to mine my tower