Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen a Poem
Anne Grant
Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen a Poem
Anne Grant
Then Russian bards the Wolga’s banks along, Shall pour the tide of emulative song; Smolensko’s bloody field shall rise to view, And Borodino’s laurels bloom anew; Then shall the Russian muse assert her claim To twine the wreath of never-fading fame.
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