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Poetry Address to the Moon Earthly Pomp The Darken'd Veil Forms of Heroes Go to the Grave My Low and Humble Home The Ocean |
Ye Forms of Heroes slumb'ring here, Beneath these tombstones cold and drear, On which the moss of age has slept, Since one fond heart has o'er you wept, Oh tell me, if a Mortal's prayer, Can ever wake your spirits, where They sleep the dark dread sleep of death. Tell me if now the laurel wreath, Which Glory twin'd around your head, Can wake amid the silent dead, One glance of that proud martial blaze Which led your feet in slaughter's ways. |