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

Already grief their glory ’gins to alloy,

Lest ’neath that wall their glittering arms be stained.

Ere comes defeat be, Graham, thy death-fire two-fold rained!

VIII.

Resistance chafes their spirits, stirs their blood.

Excitement fires their minds beyond controul;

Till lightning runs through all the arterial flood,

And lion-daring grows the warrior-soul.

Full many a gentle bosom ’neath that roll