 | The domestic affections |  |
Is this the muse's wild, illusive dream,
An airy picture, an ideal theme?
Shall death still ride victorious o'er the slain,
And his “pale charger” desolate the plain?
Ne'er shall revenge her vulture-pinion fold,
Close her dark eye, her lightning-arm withhold?”
An airy picture, an ideal theme?
Shall death still ride victorious o'er the slain,
And his “pale charger” desolate the plain?
Ne'er shall revenge her vulture-pinion fold,
Close her dark eye, her lightning-arm withhold?”
| The domestic affections | |