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

XXIV. “Hast seen her? Hast thou seen my daughter? Say,
Know’st thou aught of my girl?”

Er rief in das geheul des windes,

Lenorens namen hundertmal;

Doch statt des heissgeliebten kindes,

Antwortet ihm der wiederhall.

Langbein.

“He cried out, ’mid the howling of the winds, Leonora’s name a hundred times; but echo answered him instead of his best-beloved child.”

XXX. “Parad! a voice exclaimed like music dropt.”

Parad, “stop!”

XXXII. “Oh, rapturous embrace, oh tenfold joy,
All sweeter for the racking grief sustained!”