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

For ye were severed long, poor caged and sundered birds!

XXXVII.

And, England, mourn for him the youthful Chief,

Whose noble promise Death hath there struck down,

Survived by Blanca for a moment brief,

And followed soon beneath the rampart’s frown.

Oh, perished there young Love and young Renown,

And budding Glory in the path of arms.

Mourn for the brave who fell before the town,