Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

The dying chief sprang to his knee,And the staunch'd wounds well'd fearfully;But his gash'd arm, what is it now?Livid his lip, and black his brow,While over him the slayer stood,As if he almost scorn'd the bloodThat cost so little to be won,-He strikes,-the work of death is done!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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