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Letters from Portugal and Spain: Written During the March of the British ...
An Officer,Robert Ker Porter
No preview available - 2009
Abrantes adieu admiration advance Alcantara amongst ancient animal appearance arms army arrival artillery battle beautiful Benevente bosom brave bridge British Burgos Cartaxo Castanos castle cavalry church command convent convention of Cintra Corunna distance dress embarkation enemy England expected fate fear female force French halt head heart heights heroes hills holy honour hope horses inhabitants junta kingdom of Leon la Romana's land late leagues LETTER Lisbon ment military morning mountains mules nation natives neral ness never noble object officers once ornaments passed patriots plain Plasentia Portugal Portuguese possessed present quarters rendered retreat road Roman saints Salamanca scene seemed shew shore side Sir David Baird Sir Harry Burrard Sir John Moore snow soldier soon sort Soult Spain Spaniards Spanish spirit stands Tagus tains taste tion town troops victory Villa Franca village walls whole
Page 261 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 16 - Wellesley, conveys information which cannot hut prove highly gratifying to His Majesty. On my landing this morning, I found that the enemy's attack had already commenced, and I was fortunate enough to reach the field of action in time to witness and approve of every disposition that had been, and was afterwards made by Sir Arthur Wellesley, his comprehensive mind furnishing a ready resource in every emergency, and rendering it quite unnecessary to direct any alteration.
Page 262 - ... breast. One woman was taken in labour upon the mountain; she lay down at the turning of an angle, rather more sheltered than the rest of the way from the icy sleet which drifted along; there she was found dead, and two babes which she had brought forth, struggling in the snow. A blanket was thrown over her, to...
Page iv - As such they are offered to the public; a simple and authentic account of the disasters and blasted hopes of one of the finest armies that ever left the British shore. It is narrated by a man who pretends to no better style than that learnt in camps : as a soldier he felt, as a soldier he writes 3 and to a soldier who bled in the fields of Spain he hopes his readers will grant their indulgence.
Page 314 - No, your Spanish friends." It instantly struck me that Morla, who sold his conscience and the capital, and with that his country, was to have drawn us also into the snare! How ought we to thank the memory of our commander that we were not thus made a prey ! Adieu ! The moment I land at Portsmouth y ou shall see your friend.
Page 180 - Lusitania, the tender fiaesion is still depicted as " bearing sway," even among " the holy ones:" " On the Portuguese frontiers, the fair inhabitants of a few nunneries did not even keep a threshold between our curiosity and their seclusion. We found as free ingress into their cells as if we had been a regiment of confessors. Their veils were thrown aside; their holy abstinence neglected; and adventures truly romantick ensued.
Page 251 - Alas ! our pity; and regret were all we had to offer ; and they retired in an anguish, the recollection of which even now wrings my soul.
Page 98 - ... the lower classes are oppressed and plundered, no wonder then that every body being injured, all should seek redress, and, fearful of their own strength, fly to the broad shield of England.' On entering Spain at Alcantara, Sir Robert Porter says that he contemplated the proud walls of that city as « a type of the brave nation we came to defend ; noble in ruins, and settled on the impregnable rock of nature, determined to maintain their existence against those attacks which shook other places...
Page 261 - I looked round," says an officer, " when we had hardly gained the highest point of those slippery precipices, and saw the rear of the army winding along the narrow road ; I saw their way marked by the wretched people, who lay on all sides expiring from fatigue and the severity of the cold : their bodies reddened in spots the white surface of the ground.