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

Young Isabel doth by his side remain

In Nial’s tent, and soothe his sorrows all,

But oft her face doth Isidor recall!

Before the old man from the tower descended,

Had Nial, fearful lest the sight appal

Their eyelids, moved the shattered corse and tended

Its hurried funeral, where no tear with his was blended.

XXVII.

But Blanca’s corse, her foster-sister fair,