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

Example as a mother’s she doth dwell.

Her step was faëry light, her laugh would lure

The coldest heart, her eye more dark with glances Moor.

V.

And Isidora loved a noble youth,

Worthy of her—I ween that few be they;

And honour, valour, virtue, manhood, truth,

Combined in Carlos—noble every way.

No step more free than his—none sang the lay

Of Vascongada bold with richer voice.