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Iberia Won; A Poem Descriptive of the Peninsular War, with Impressions from Recent Visits to the Battle-Grounds, and Copious Historical and

Iberia Won; A Poem Descriptive of the Peninsular War, with Impressions from Recent Visits to the Battle-Grounds, and Copious Historical and

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ISBN10: 1151209740
ISBN13: 9781151209740
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 190
Weight: 0.63
Height: 0.43 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ...to hand Of bone and muscle, ere a breath they draw, The sons of France, a wrongful Tyrant's band, Who fight not heaven-inspired for Freedom in the land. XIII. Unconquered yeomen, England's strength and pride! Who ne'er have yet been wanting at her call Against the world to stand, or dashing ride 'Gainst odds that all but Britons would appal! For where, brave hearts, doth rise your serried wall Of adamant, in vain the thunder-scar. Upon that conquering ground ye stand or fall. Oh, strenuous arms alike for toil and war, May ne'er be seen the day when Wrong your might shall mar! XIV. Oh, Rank and Dignity! I saw too flies Spawned in the self-same chamber, sporting gay. With equal force, on equal wing, they rise Through the short sunshine of a summer day. Yet one the other buzzed to keep away, And flouted oft--intensest scorn revealing, As telling him below the Knave should stay, Too far beneath him born for kindly feeling--One hatched upon the floor, the other on the ceiling! xv. Five deadly hours that conflict fell endured; But onward now the tide of Valour flowing, Chafed by the long restraint all foaming poured, The seeds of Death with every wavelet sowing, And, ah, on Mercy scarce a thought bestowing! As destrier strong whose mouth with curbing bleeds, When loosed the rein, doth plunge with eye-ball glowing, Mad snort, and trampling hoof which Fury speeds, So dash the stormers in like spurred and panting steeds. XVI. A standard floats upon the cavalier. It is the far-renowned tricolor, Whose folds more proudly ne'er have waved than here, Though many a victor field they've fluttered o'er. Up Nial springs with hand still dripping gore, And stoutly tears that tyrant-standard down. Three loud huzzas resound from sky to shore--Floats in its stead the flag of Leo...

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