Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79.
At Santarem
By Robert Southey (17741843)F
When by those lines deterred where Wellington
Defied the power of France, but loath to leave
Rich Lisbon yet unsacked, he kept his ground,
Till from impending famine, and the force
Arrayed in front, and that consuming war
Which still the faithful nation, day and night
And at all hours, was waging on his rear,
He saw no safety save in swift retreat.
Then, of his purpose frustrated, this child
Of Hell—so fitlier than of Victory called—
Gave his own devilish nature scope, and let
His devilish army loose. The mournful rolls
That chronicle the guilt of human-kind
Tell not of aught more hideous than the deeds
With which this monster and his kindred troops
Tracked their inhuman way; all cruelties,
All forms of horror, all deliberate crimes,
Which tongue abhors to utter, ear to hear.
Let this memorial bear Massena’s name
For everlasting infamy inscribed.