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

The bashful blood her snowy cheeks did die,

And her became as polished ivorie,

Which cunning craftsman’s hand hath overlaid

With fair vermillion on pure lasterie.

Spenser, Fairy Queen.

XXIII. “In kisses o’er her hand his soul was cast.”

Suaviolum dulci dulcius ambrosiâ.

Catul. xcvi.

XXVI. “Greater thy glory than Pendragon’s son,” &c.

What resounds