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

Ambition, Treachery seized Iberia’s fields,

And mark how freemen tyrant-bands expel!

If Victory cheered us, ’twas that Spain might dwell

Beneath her vine secure from despot’s frown.

And if thy dauntless children battled well,

No need thy Edwards, Henries left thy crown,

No need, Britannia, left thy Marlborough of renown!

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Grand though thy trophies, ne’er by land or main

Shall War’s barbarian triumphs wake thy pride;