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, whereThey sleep the dark dread sleep of death.Tell me if now the laurel wreath,Which Glory twin'd around your head,Can wake … Continue reading Poem – “Forms of Heroes”