MacDonald’s Raid.-A.D. 1780. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I REMEMBER it well; 'twas a morn dull and gray,And the legion lay idle and listless that day,A thin drizzle ...
I REMEMBER it well; 'twas a morn dull and gray,And the legion lay idle and listless that day,A thin drizzle ...
For three long months continues the bombardment.The bloodstained Malakov withstands it still.The hoarse-voiced drum drives on the British redcoats.Once more ...
I'm greedy by nature, and often in vainHave lingered too long o'er the succulent hare,Accepting the jelly, ignoring the pain,Intent ...
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade!Down the hill, down the hill, thousands of Russians,Thousands of horsemen, ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
Gallant Gordons! Evermore on your rugged native shore Shall your valour honoured be,For a fight well fought and won ...
As I lay sleepingon Bakery HillI heard her calling:The leaves were still.Her words were warm doalsIn my dreams and me:"I ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Yes. Why do we ?ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the ...
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
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