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

Trampler on Human Liberty! Thy plan

Embraced no welfare save thine own; thy aim

A pyramid—each stone a sword-hewn man,—

Rivers of blood o’er Earth to write thy name.

Gigantic was thy crime—as great thy shame!

Even now with gory talon to the North

Thou fliest, the elements but canst not tame;

And there, to teach the peaceful victor’s worth,

Men rigid as their frosts have sent thee howling forth!

XLIII.