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

Hesperia’s manes, like the youth who sees

The barathrum profound i’ the Forum yawn,

Spurs his strong courser, is engulfed, and frees

Great Rome—who now, by patriot impulse drawn,

Will sound that fell abyss, and haste fair Freedom’s dawn?

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Oh frightful precipice! Full many an eye

Glares on its horrid depth and back recoils.

Madly to plunge were hopelessly to die,

Or torn and shattered fall into the toils.