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 o’er the Deep her voice in thunder spoke,

Since feeble councils numbed at home the arms,

Which even thus paralysed Gaul’s legions broke;

And but that patriot zeal the virgin warms,

Had Famine crushed our men more dire than War’s alarms.

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Yet nought could baffle England’s Chieftain-shield,

Who drove the Invader to Pyrene’s foot,

With thunder-shock on many a battle-field,

While Spain with aidful arm the foeman smote.