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

Honour’s martyr-crown she prized

Life before and living splendour.

Ah, how fearfully disguised

Is that blossom once so tender.

Vascongada, mourn!

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Ne’er was such unfading truth,

Love so pure beheld in maiden;

Never was such radiant youth

With such boundless virtue laden.