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

To sabred villains an unrifled charm

Were like a stigma to inhuman pride.

A gentle sister clung to Blanca’s side

One sweet May eve when fills the clustering vine;

And ’neath the trellised porch embowering wide,

As forth their footsteps strayed from Home’s sweet shrine,

Two bearded French hussars forbade them pass its line.

VI.

“What! buxom damsels—not discerned before.