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

Nor let thy voice its music shed;

To wake they could not fail!

5.

Upraise thy dark mantilla’s edge,

And shrink not like a fawn away;

But near the balconcillo’s ledge

Move for Sant’ Anna’s love, I pray.

And bend, oh bend, those glorious eyes

Upon thy slave once more, once more;