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

In wedlock deeply he contemned, nor knew

A thought that was not all to humbler Blanca true.

XIX.

And Morton from the maiden learnt how soon

Might Santa Clara’s rocky isle be won,

Where batteries planted ere another moon

The siege must end, and Mota’s fortress stun

With many a thunder-voiced o’erpowering gun;

And Blanca promised to the shore to guide.

Swift Morton warm with warlike zeal doth run,