“A victory,” he stoutly cried,
“And valiant Hotspur slain!”
The death-sound pierc’d the Harper’s ear,
And instant on the plain
He dropt,—as light’ning had him struck,
Nor e’er spoke word again.
August, 1810.
“A victory,” he stoutly cried,
“And valiant Hotspur slain!”
The death-sound pierc’d the Harper’s ear,
And instant on the plain
He dropt,—as light’ning had him struck,
Nor e’er spoke word again.
August, 1810.