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

To tiger fierceness! Pablo leapt from bed,

Where soon disturbed his lonely widowed rest.

The hussars rushed in by pale light faintly shed

From dim night-taper, when thus Jules ferocious said:—

XXXVIII.

“Where be thy daughters—yield them to our arms,

“This instant yield them—buxom maids be they;

“Buxom and fierce—the soldier’s spiciest charms

“In woman. L’Espingarda fires, I say,

“With aim that like a tirailleur’s can slay.