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

By gore-stained hands Religion’s emblems seized—

But Nations ne’er yet died when Tyrants pleased!

Yea, lives for aye the spirit and the soul

Invincible, howe’er by despots teased;

And let Injustice sting, Invasion roll,

The sudden counter-shock will shake the distant Pole!

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And quakes the stern invading Tyrant now,

Whose legions to the frontier back are driven;

For even Pyrene’s rocky margins bow