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 tuneful echoes of Biscaya’s plain,

Told how all crimson ran her stony bed,

How passed to bliss the maiden without stain,

And thus her early doom preserved in simple strain:

The Basque Lily.

Mourn Cantabria’s lily fair,

Blooming soft like young Aurora;

Broken lies and bleeding there

Beauty’s flowret, Isidora!