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

For every gem that brightest sparkles!

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More cloudless bend Italian skies;

Burgundian fruits more richly cluster;

Iberia’s slopes more gently rise,

And shine her stars with purer lustre.

O’er Adria’s coast, o’er fair Stamboul,

O’er soft Mæonia show’rs more splendour.

Out, sunk ’neath Slavery’s abject rule!

’Tis thou art Freedom’s grand defender!