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

And bend, oh, bend those glorious eyes

Upon thy slave once more, once more;

For streams no star from yon blue skies

I would as soon adore!

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Encantadora! All is hushed;

In deep repose our kinsmen sleep;

Tears from these streaming lids have gushed,

In rapture that your tryst you keep.