The Bard (William Gilmore Simms Poems)
Where dwells the spirit of the Bard--what skyPersuades his daring wing,--Folded in soft carnation, or in snowStill sleeping, far o'er ...
Where dwells the spirit of the Bard--what skyPersuades his daring wing,--Folded in soft carnation, or in snowStill sleeping, far o'er ...
I.Shell the old city I shell!Ye myrmidons of Hell;Ye serve your master well,With hellish arts!Hurl down, with bolt and fire,The ...
IDo ye quail but to hear, Carolinians,The first foot-tramp of Tyranny's minions?Have ye buckled on armor, and brandished the spear,But ...
I.Aye, strike with sacrilegious aimThe temple of the living God;Hurl iron bolt and seething flameThrough aisles which holiest feet have ...
SICK of the crowd, the toil, the strife,Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,Seeking for renovated life,By brawling brook and ...
I.Ye batter down the lion's den,But yet the lordly beast g'oes free;And ye shall hear his roar again,From mountain height, ...
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