 | American poems, selected and original |  |
He rag'd, he foam'd,—fierce flew the thirsty spear,
Down fell the foremost steed:
Astonish'd Sivard felt unusual fear—
“Tyrant, thou'rt doom'd to bleed!”
Down fell the foremost steed:
Astonish'd Sivard felt unusual fear—
“Tyrant, thou'rt doom'd to bleed!”
| American poems, selected and original | |