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

The arms allied in all triumphant made.

My soul doth grow more tranquil—blame him not,

If ruffian-soldiers’ deeds his laurels shade;

Too oft in Victory justice is forgot,

Too oft are arméd men like fiends when passion’s hot.

XL.

“Oh Death in battle! Glory thou art called,

When stirred the fervent blood to seething strife;

But Man prefers thee peaceful coffined, palled,

And shudders unprepared to yield The Life;