Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War: With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notesHughes, T. M. (Terence McMahon)
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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 illustrative notes
Hughes, T. M. (Terence McMahon)
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Poetry
XXXVIII. “And next to Heaven he loved his native land.
With Blanca there to fly when Spain was free,” &c.
Mas el amor de la mujer y de la patria, pues como dicen: _de dó
eres, hombre?_ tiraron por mi.--Mendoza, _Lazarillo de Tormes_.
XLI. “Thy course for bale that might have been for bliss.”
Then were I brought from bale to blisse,
No lenger wold I lye.
Romance of “Sir Cauline.”
For now this day thou art my bale.
Romance of “Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne.”
Jhesue Christ our balys bete
And to the blys us brynge!
The original “Chevy Chase.”
The origin of the words “bliss” and “bless” is identical.
XLIII. “Scourge of the nations! thy appointed time
Is near its close--exhausted is thy quiver.”
The certainty of the doom that awaits unjust violence is finely
expressed by Pindar:--
Βία δὲ καὶ μεγάλαυχον ἔσφα-
λεν ἐν χρόνῳ. Τυφὼς Κίλιξ ἑκατόγκρα-
νος οὔ μιν ἄλυξεν,
ὀυδὲ μὰν βασιλεὺς Γιγάντων.
Δμᾶθεν δὲ κεραυνῷ,
τόξοισί τ’ ἀπόλλωνος.
_Pyth._ viii.
“But Violence mineth the proud in time. Cilician Typhos with his
hundred heads escaped not its effects, nor the King of the Giants
himself. They were slain by the thunder (of Jove) and the shafts of
Apollo!” The “King of the Giants” is Porphyrion, who carried off the
herd of Hercules, and appears to have originated the plan to scale
Olympus. Typhos is better known by the names Typhon and Typhœus.
Pindar is perpetually alluding to the combats of the Titans, and
they impart a matchless sublimity to his poetry, which in this
quality surpasses Homer.
IBERIA WON.
Canto IV.
I.
There is one earthly Love, and one alone,
Which free from penalty all, all may share;
A passion pure, sublime, of loftiest tone,
In whose proud service Man may blameless dare
All that the heart inspires which scorns to wear
A chain--’tis Love of Country! This the power
That levels all distinctions--’midst despair
Upraising prostrate nations to a tower,--
The flame that kindles men to Gods in peril’s hour!
II.
Who’s noble? He that bears a scutcheon? He
Whose lineage can be traced to mailéd Knights,
That with the Bastard came from Normandy?
He that in lacqueys and in hounds delights?
Whose fathers jousted in Plantagenet fights?--
Have not all battled with the roaring Flood?
Noble is he who honours, Man, thy rights,
Sustains thy dignity, is truthful, good;
Kings have I known more base than bondsman e’er hath stood!
III.
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