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

Their eyes cast downward o’er the Ocean-plain

Beheld the Basque barqueras distant ply

Their shallops in the moonlight, like a chain

Of jet o’er sparkling emerald. Both drew nigh

To the cliff’s edge, amazed a sight so strange to espy.

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Sudden the chorus ceased—the shallops stopt—

The oars arose like spear-shafts in the air;

“Parad!” a voice exclaimed, like music dropt