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

Of Right be too defrauded and the shield

Of Liberty! In ploughed or battle field,

His hire shall be the guerdon, not the mite

Flung by proud scorn! His wrongs shall yet be healed.

Who Badajoz, Ciudád, Sebastian’s height

Could scale shall have his share of glory and of right!

V.

What were thy mural crowns, bellipotent Rome,

Thy gold-beat turrets for the daring head,

Thy vallar circlets given for mounted dome