Yamoyden: Canto I (James Wallis Eastburn Poems)
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
We sing the praise of Water;Come, every son and daughterOf Freedom's land!With such a theme before us,With God's great shield ...
At foot of yonder wood-crowned hill there stands a little cot,And nigh a crystal stream, where blooms the sweet forget-me-not.The ...
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;Sought, with bold eye, amid the bloody strife,Her ...
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