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

And thus caroused till near the break of day,

When all with wine o’ercome the troopers flung

Their lengths upon the floor at dawning grey,

As weary Bacchants with whose orgies rung

Ismenian heights at morn reposed with lolling tongue.

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Long Pablo heard their movements with disgust,

Till silence broke but by repletion’s snore

Convinced the sightless man that Heaven is just,

And with excitement fierce his bonds he tore.