Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn
Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—
Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Democracy hath done its work of ill,
And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—
Sonnet: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)
“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,
Ye martyred thousands!”—
Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell: By F. B., Globe Hospital, Richmond, May, 1862. (W. F.)