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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
And thus his wild lament was pour'd
Thro' the dark resounding night,
And the battle knew no more his sword,
Nor the foaming steed his might.
He heard strange voices moaning
In every wind that sigh'd;
From the searching stars of heaven he shrank—
Humbly the conqueror died.[1]
- ↑ Originally published in the Literary Souvenir for 1827.
