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

To curb the lust of plunder, hovering there—

Indifferent whether Spain’s or England’s be

The rifled flag—like vultures foul prepare

On battle’s skirt to fall, and aidless stragglers tear.

XXVII.

For years had past since great Britannia’s hand

Made Earth and Ocean feel her trident stroke;

And Trafalgár and San Vicente, fanned

By Victory’s wing, no present terrors woke;