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Emboldened by this triumph rush the Allies; Our columns plunge into the rough defile. The dark ravine to the left with lusty cries Is ta’en by Longa’s Leonese, the while Colborne’s brigade o’er narrow pathways toil To the Bayonnette with skirmishers before, Breastwork, redoubt, and abatís to spoil. With men and fire the slopes are covered o’er, And curls white smoke above the forest-battle’s roar.