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

Nor chid the flame that grew and spread the while,

Till Nial’s plighted troth was echoed without guile.

XLII.

Her soul was all absorbed in his—her life

Was cast, since meeting, in another mould.

The cloud or sunshine, calm repose or strife,

Must be together shared, the bliss untold

Or mortal grief must Fate for both unfold!

No thought her bosom entered but was Nial’s;