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

Our peasant warriors gather to the fight,

But compact serried legions gall them sore.

The soiled Escorial holds the Usurper as before!

XXXIV.

“To Albion now Hesperia turns her eyes;

Though bloodshot all and weeping, proud her gaze;

For still her spirit doth unconquered rise,

And still she struggles to the world’s amaze.

Swift Albion answers to the call we raise,

And sends to aid our arms a gallant host.