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

Oh, glorious rivalship! where late each throat

Was hostile grasped, now rank with rank contending,

Now side by side,—the Armada’s strife forgot,

Gibraltar’s griefs, Saint Vincent’s memory rending—

Against the general foe in War’s proud union blending.

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Heroic brotherhood! Mark o’er all her soil

Where Spain’s Partidas like Cadmean seed

Spring armed and terrible to make War’s toil

Ubiquitous, the foe unceasing bleed;