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Pagina ix
... Dream of Home .. Caroline A. Mason .. 139 At Evening Time it shall be The Union - Right or Wrong .. G. P. Morris ... 169 CONTENTS . Voyage of the Good Ship Union . O. ix PAGE March The Flower of Liberty News from the War .. .O . W ...
... Dream of Home .. Caroline A. Mason .. 139 At Evening Time it shall be The Union - Right or Wrong .. G. P. Morris ... 169 CONTENTS . Voyage of the Good Ship Union . O. ix PAGE March The Flower of Liberty News from the War .. .O . W ...
Pagina 26
... dream Pictures of youth and home . While in his heart the bright Hope - fires shine everywhere , 27 27 ON GUARD . In love's enchanting light Memory On Guard The Cavalry Charge Anonymous Anonymous F H Hedge, D D Snow Sculpture Soldier's ...
... dream Pictures of youth and home . While in his heart the bright Hope - fires shine everywhere , 27 27 ON GUARD . In love's enchanting light Memory On Guard The Cavalry Charge Anonymous Anonymous F H Hedge, D D Snow Sculpture Soldier's ...
Pagina 41
... dream , We e see the ladder angels trod ; The mountains to our vision seem A footstool at the throne of God . The veils of golden mist that rise Over the woodlands to the sea , Drop where the gallant soldier lies , Whose furlough is ...
... dream , We e see the ladder angels trod ; The mountains to our vision seem A footstool at the throne of God . The veils of golden mist that rise Over the woodlands to the sea , Drop where the gallant soldier lies , Whose furlough is ...
Pagina 43
... dream - loving mood of his boyhood he passed ; From his path the light fetters of pleasure he cast ; And rose , ready to stand in the perilous van , Not the tremulous boy , but the resolute man ; And I gazed on him sadly , with ...
... dream - loving mood of his boyhood he passed ; From his path the light fetters of pleasure he cast ; And rose , ready to stand in the perilous van , Not the tremulous boy , but the resolute man ; And I gazed on him sadly , with ...
Pagina 49
... rage Is ' t strange that the cry of blood did seem Like the roll of drums in a martial dream ? Is ' t strange that the clank of the Helot's chain Should drive the Wrong to the old man's brain , 50 AVENGED ! To fire his heart with a ...
... rage Is ' t strange that the cry of blood did seem Like the roll of drums in a martial dream ? Is ' t strange that the clank of the Helot's chain Should drive the Wrong to the old man's brain , 50 AVENGED ! To fire his heart with a ...
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Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, Volumul 65 Frank Moore Vizualizare completă - 1864 |
Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, Volumul 65 Frank Moore Vizualizare completă - 1864 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Baltimore banner battle bless blood blow boys brave breast breath brother Canaän CARTE DE VISITE cheer Column comrades country's crimson cursed dark dead dear death dream drum earth echoing eyes fall FANEUIL HALL fathers fell fight fire flag Flower of Liberty FORCEYTHE WILLSON Freedom gallant gently gleaming glory grave hail hand hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah HYMN JULIA WARD kissed land light lips lonely morning mother music of Union nation neath never night North Northmen o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES patriot peace PICKET-GUARD pray prayer Rataplan rebel roar rose sabre shame shout sighs slave sleep smile soldier SONG soul Star-Spangled Banner stars strike sweet sword tears Tennessee thee THEODORE TILTON THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou to-day traitors true trumpet victory WAR SONG wave wife WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE winds word wounded
Pasaje populare
Pagina 224 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Pagina 237 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Pagina 253 - THE word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Pagina 95 - Leaped up to his lips, — when low, murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Pagina 116 - WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land : Oh tell us what its name may be, — Is this the Flower of Liberty?
Pagina 201 - Lay him low, lay him low In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know : Lay him low...
Pagina 281 - THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms, And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What mean the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain And...
Pagina 96 - And I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse ; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
Pagina 94 - There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed Far away in the cot on the mountain.
Pagina 335 - And the grandsire speaks in a whisper: " The end no man can see ; But we give him to his country, And we give our prayers to Thee." The violets star the meadows, The rose-buds fringe the door, And over the grassy orchard The pink-white blossoms pour. But the grandsire's chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still ; There's a nameless grave in the battle-field.