Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, Volumul 651864 |
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Pagina 36
... smile and sunk to rest . O , piteous sight ! Yet Freedom gave A Hero's shroud , a Martyr's grave To the loved ones , whose blood shall rise To Heaven , a holy sacrifice . Their noble deeds of valor done , A Patriot's name , immortal ...
... smile and sunk to rest . O , piteous sight ! Yet Freedom gave A Hero's shroud , a Martyr's grave To the loved ones , whose blood shall rise To Heaven , a holy sacrifice . Their noble deeds of valor done , A Patriot's name , immortal ...
Pagina 59
... smile pierce like a dart ; 59 She thought " death in life " comes when we part From soldiers following the drum , The drum , The echoing , echoing drum . THE UNION ! A , NATIONAL SONG . BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER . " Liberty and Union ...
... smile pierce like a dart ; 59 She thought " death in life " comes when we part From soldiers following the drum , The drum , The echoing , echoing drum . THE UNION ! A , NATIONAL SONG . BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER . " Liberty and Union ...
Pagina 109
... shadows lie ; His ruddy stains upon the woods we trace , And in the crimson sky . No more we bask in Earth's contented smile , But sternly muse apart ; 110 THE BATTLE SUMMER . Vainly her charms the patriot's The Battle Summer.
... shadows lie ; His ruddy stains upon the woods we trace , And in the crimson sky . No more we bask in Earth's contented smile , But sternly muse apart ; 110 THE BATTLE SUMMER . Vainly her charms the patriot's The Battle Summer.
Pagina 174
... smile on thy shame ; Asunder , like reeds they will bruise thee and break thee , And waste thee as flax in the pitiless flame . Woe , woe to the world , if this fatal division Should ever arise in the ranks of the free ; Oh , brother ...
... smile on thy shame ; Asunder , like reeds they will bruise thee and break thee , And waste thee as flax in the pitiless flame . Woe , woe to the world , if this fatal division Should ever arise in the ranks of the free ; Oh , brother ...
Pagina 217
... smile the mother wore : " Sweet , mamma has lost her lover , She will blush and sing no more Till the great Rebellion ' s over ! " Till the hush of peace shall come , Like a quiet fall of snow , And the merry troops shall go Marching ...
... smile the mother wore : " Sweet , mamma has lost her lover , She will blush and sing no more Till the great Rebellion ' s over ! " Till the hush of peace shall come , Like a quiet fall of snow , And the merry troops shall go Marching ...
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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
banner battle bless blood blow BOY BRITTAN brave breast breath Broadside brother brow Canaän CARTE DE VISITE cheer clouds columns cried CUMBERLAND dark dead dear death dream drum echoing eyes fall fathers fell fight fire flag flaming band Flower of Liberty FORCEYTHE WILLSON Freedom gallant gently gleam glory grave hand hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah HYMN kiss land Lay him low light morning mother music of Union nation neath never night North Northmen o'er OLD FANEUIL HALL OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES patriot peace Pompey prayer rebel roar ROBERT LOWELL rose shame shore shout sighs sing slave sleep smile snow soldier song soul Star-Spangled Banner stars strike sweet sword tears Tennessee thee THEODORE TILTON THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou traitors true trumpet Varuna victory voice wave wife WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE winds wounded yonder
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.