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

Till rapid Soult, when loured the sky most black,

From Dresden rushed and chaos methodized:

No Marshal-Chief, be sure, Napoléon higher prized.

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Yet wise by experience, taught a cautious dread,

And rocking still from England’s vigorous blows,

A hissing serpent’s more than lion’s head

That earth-struck host presented when it rose,

And watched the hour to spring upon its foes.

First San Sebastian to relieve its aim,