South Carolina To The States Of The North (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
THEY slept on the field which their valor had won,But arose with the first early blush of the sun,For they ...
THE sword is re-sheathed in its scabbard,The rifle hangs safe on the wall;No longer we quail at the hungryHot rush ...
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprearHer crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched ...
MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame,Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high,Whose souls, like planets in it dominant sky,Burn ...
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