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

While spin the amber beads

Beneath thy rosy finger,

And nought thy spirit heeds

Save thoughts that Heav’nward linger;

At Isidoro’s shrine,

Upon the floor of marble,

While move thy lips divine,

For me an Ave warble!

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And while, the Virgin’s Hours