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

No music near,

While so gracefully you go?

4.

Her head she carries finely,

And her bearing’s wondrous proud,

And her voice, like silver lute strings,

Thrills the heart—but never loud!

’Tis a voice the brain to wilder;

Oh, I glory to be near,

As she strolls,