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

Embalmed in deathless memory, fill the day

With gentlest exercise, and health resumes its sway.

XLI.

And Nial oft on fiery steed doth ride

O’er the brief space that sunders them, to mark

The old man’s progress. Oft bright eyes replied

In mutual glances blithe as song of lark

At each returning. Soft, though lustrous dark,

Beamed Isabel on Nial’s blue-eyed smile.

Salustian saw full clear the kindling spark,