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

Of gratitude, nor looked she e’er so well

As when the o’erflowing heart threw Beauty’s softer spell.

XXI.

Her mobile face with play of sweetest smiles

Gives forth her innocent thoughts and nought conceals:

An aspect changeful still that ne’er beguiles,

For every change a beauty new reveals,

Its form vibrating as her bosom feels.

As some fair lake reflects each passing cloud,