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

The seeds of Death with every wavelet sowing,

And, ah, on Mercy scarce a thought bestowing!

As destrier strong whose mouth with curbing bleeds,

When loosed the rein, doth plunge with eye-ball glowing,

Mad snort, and trampling hoof which Fury speeds,

So dash the stormers in like spurred and panting steeds.

XVI.

A standard floats upon the cavalier.

It is the far-renownéd tricolor,

Whose folds more proudly ne’er have waved than here,