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 ...
Blessings on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth,Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the house ...
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 ...
WE follow where the Swamp Fox guides,His friends and merry men are we;And when the troop of Tarleton rides,We burrow ...
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 ...
I.Glory unto the gallant boys who stoodAt Wagner, and, unflinching, sought the van;Dealing fierce blows, and shedding precious blood,For homes ...
NOT in the sky,Where it was seenSo long in eminence of light serene,-Nor on the white tops of the glistering ...
SICK of the crowd, the toil, the strife,Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,Seeking for renovated life,By brawling brook and ...
Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shedIn a good cause springs up to crown the landWith ever-during ...
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, ...
NOW are the winds about us in their glee,Tossing the slender tree;Whirling the sands about his furious car,March cometh from ...
I.HAST thou a song for a flower,Such as, if breathed in its ear,Would waken in beauty's own bowerThe spirit most ...
THIS the true sign of ruin to a race-It undertakes no march, and day by dayDrowses in camp, or, with ...
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