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

Till, like bull gored and vanquished, he recede,

While Mina and the Empecinado hang

Upon his flanks, and give the Invader’s meed

In death from every crag—where Tell-like sprang

The Guerrillero forth, whose loud trabúco rang.

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The carcase of a rotten State may fall

Corrupt asunder, life-blood e’en diseased;

Head, body, members vile contagion’s thrall,