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

But, ah, perfidious snares your glory mine,

And butchery stains the steel which Conquest lit divine,

XXXI.

“See—see, the Intrusive King o’er Ebro flies,

In pale affright by Baylen’s victory driven;

But tall Pyrene’s bulwarks o’er him rise,

A shield impregnable to despots given.

Dissolve, dissolve that towering rampart, Heaven!

And aid our vengeful spear to hurl him back.

By Spain’s right arm be Spain’s rude fetters riven.