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

XX. “But brighter flashed, that thus they came to save
In peril’s hour, the eyes of Isabel.”

Wer rettete vom tode mich,

Von sklaverey?

Hast du nicht alles selbst vollendet,

Heilig glühend herz?

Goethe (Prometheus).

“Who rescued me from death, from slavery? Hast thou not all achieved, holily glowing heart?”

XXII. “In memory of their Armadilla’s pride.”

Armada “a fleet,” Armadilla “a little fleet.”