The Retreat From Moscow (George Moses Horton Poems)
Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see,Fire! fire! in the city all cry;Like quails from the eagle all flee,Escape in ...
Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see,Fire! fire! in the city all cry;Like quails from the eagle all flee,Escape in ...
Salute the august train! a scene so grand, With every tuneful band; The mighty brave, His country bound to save, ...
Thou delicate blossom; thy short race is ended,Thou sample of virtue and prize of the brave!No more are thy beauties ...
'Tis the hope of the noble defeated; The aim of the marksman is vain; The wish of destruction completed, The ...
Bless'd hope, when Tempe takes her last long flight, And leaves her lass-lorn lover to complain, Like Luna mantling o'er ...
Let me die and not tremble at death, But smile at the close of my day, And then, at the ...
Blown up with painful care and hard to light, A glimmering torch blown in a moment out, Suspended by a ...
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