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He lifts the helm, and down the snowy neck
Fast falls the silky hair—
“And could those limbs, the conquering Sivard check
Oh Pow'r of great despair!—”
Fast falls the silky hair—
“And could those limbs, the conquering Sivard check
Oh Pow'r of great despair!—”
| American poems, selected and original | |