The Sun.
London, England, 1809-10-13 00:00:00

ADAPTtD TO

SIR A.RTH.IJR- WELLESLEY:.

",-.7 CAPT. 01.7EILEV,* OF THE STAFF OF THE ARMY

DEPOT, AUGUST 18, 1809.

The Genius of the It:fahri, singhl an Exhortation to,ohe of
her gallant Sons. at tive:BA,tvt.F.OF.TA:LAVISAA,
duty thy; 27:h imtt 2.Bth, A 809..

Rise! might.of Eril: ! rise !
0 ! Aar ni.-71t,.0f,114e-inartiza soul !

• Pi i.;ie foe astowslt'et eyes,
Let thy prottu ensigns -wave dismay !
Now let ti,e,tilontlec of thy ,battle roll,
Ant', h,:a! t;.; of victory away

O hear the voice of faikiT .59n$
Obey the hard
Stapstop NA PO LEON ! check his pride,
And rusts resistless ell ti.e inveterate tee!
Ins proud ranks, and give the smoaking tide
or hostile blood to flo;,v
Mark vvtiete tcie Cyrant spouts along '
, . Rush oft—retard. ' •
-His haughty progress!, et-thy might
Rise, in the drea4ful fight,
O'er the prime toe supreme,
And let the stream
',lt valour tiovi,
-Until thy brandish'd sword
-Hash humbled ev'ry haughty foe,
dud justice be restot'd.

Ileir of our Country's martial fame,
Whose Warriors tire heroic ;ong
Like them thy .6 tory and thy name,
5t,411 lotty strains prolong!
They 'II tell; on TAl.Avait .N's plain,
How thy dread spear was
How, high it licap'd the hostile held with slain,
While awe and wonder tilt'd the anxious world:
From. North to South, from West to East,
1-low wide thecarnage spread,
Till gorg'd upon the human least, .
The glutted Raven fed

Did all the hosts, of all the earth unite,
.From pole to pule, lrnin wave to, wave,
Exultin in their might ; • .
Thine is that nionarchy of .sou 4
To iit thee for the wide eontrotil,
The empire of the brave !

Youth, of fierce deeds, and noble sour! •
Rend—scatter wide the tie !
Swift forward rush—. and lay the waving vitae,
• Ut yon 14ti .t;igNslow ;
Thibe be the battle !- Untie. ttie sway!
On---on to tell NAP.° Lzon hew thweonquering way,
And let thy dreadful arm dasa p3tcty trout 1-n.s-side !
• -'. Thus let Any sweeping progress roll.
Fierce, resistless, rapid, strong,
roux like the ut the lioud, o'erwheltuing might
alono
Take no-vain truce, no respite yield,
'Till thine be the contested field.

Oh; youthful Warrior I form of gracc
Tho' numbers hide the plain, oe not dis'rtay'd
Let loyal Spaniards not in vain implore.
Oh,. thou whose soul by rear was never sway'd.
Think on their wrongs, on their illustrious race !
• And let their battle round thy banners roar I
Ardent, bold,. tinconquer!.d,,K. night
kirm nianitamer of the 44. .
Wide thy vengeful runt si?iead.
Heap the'groantog fields wit n dcail
Sliow'r their might urn the toe,
_And lay ?deft pride,. as in
Thine tie the sway of ciu4 contested field.
TO thee for aid, the injurid Spatiiards fly,
Front daring toes their land to shield
Ou py brav:e arm .tnea hopes. rely.

jn peace, tho' freely from thy breast,
Lao.gently.victuellows,
war do.lorce tliy fury can :arrest,'
And htiklCis arc t*fuei ;
Boun'ty in thybodorndwcils,
114,11 thy soul ot_courage swells!
Fierce the,dreadtol war to rage,
Mix in the of fight; and guide the battle's rage !
vt ide—wide around triumphant ruin wield,
Roar through the ranks of death, and thunder o'er the field

O. thou of cha-npion'd fame the lawful heir !
To Kings, like Itim, let death thy steps await-,
Tlism messenger of fate,
Whostawful mandate thou art chosen to bear.
Oh, in tierce arms and manly might array'd
Bright in the front of battle wave thy blade!
Thy lervor rising on thy Country's voice,
Rush un. and g orying in thy strength, rejoice!
%Nina around thy catnap spread I
Heavy be tlithcaps of leash l•
•
• Roll on thy
‘rapid might,
Thou roaring stream of prowess in the fight
Tho' BKRESIORD, the brave bedistant far,
Yet ART ua— art thou not ;h_yself a War ?
Vitterv.shall be all thy own
And Talavera's glory,, thine, and thine alone ?

Tho' unequal be the fight,
hoe unnumbered be tne fee,
No thought on fcar, or on defeat bestow,
For conquest waits to crown thy might !
Rush therefore on, amid tne.battle's rage,
Where fierce contending Generals.engage,
And powerless lay thy proud opponents low
So shall the liard extol thy deathless-name, • •
And thou he iorcmost of thy race ut use l'
So shall thy sword su?reme cs'cr numbers use,
And vanquished Ty rants' groans ascend the skies !

Hark ! anguish groans 1 the battle bleeds,
Thy bayonets charge their cont.-Se is death ! ,
Now-now the furious foe recedes ! '
While panting tit} ry grasps for breath 1
Now I—now tierce havoc thins the ran: of fight,
And scatters o'er the .field thy foes
See, in dismay each routed squadron flies
And wide tae hostile crimson flows I
See how it dies the deatltful blade!
Slack not the noble ardourS.of thy might,
0, still 134 thy increasing force display'd !
Pursue
with death,-their stern reluttant flight
Rise, Arm of Erin I —Ri.e I