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

For meagre body worn by sorrow and by sin!

XLVIII.

He entered worming through the aperture

With cautious care lest all his toil should fail,

And smiled he last to see the work so sure,

Then drew his head within the covert frail.

He laid him down beside that beauty pale,

And with his hands the boards he turned aside,

Destroying the slight arch that propt his gaol.