Poems of American PatriotismBrander Matthews C. Scribner's Sons, 1882 - 285 pagini |
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Pagina 14
... fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load . So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm , — A cry of ...
... fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load . So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm , — A cry of ...
Pagina 41
... field , and as a British officer in the redoubt called to him to sur- render , a ball struck him in the forehead , killing him instantly . TAND ! the ground ' s your own , my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for ...
... field , and as a British officer in the redoubt called to him to sur- render , a ball struck him in the forehead , killing him instantly . TAND ! the ground ' s your own , my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for ...
Pagina 58
... field , and the British retreated and remained inactive for the rest of the summer . N the bloody field of Monmouth ON Flashed the guns of Greene and Wayne , Fiercely roared the tide of battle , Thick the sward was heaped with slain ...
... field , and the British retreated and remained inactive for the rest of the summer . N the bloody field of Monmouth ON Flashed the guns of Greene and Wayne , Fiercely roared the tide of battle , Thick the sward was heaped with slain ...
Pagina 62
... name . Proudly floats the starry banner , Monmouth's glorious field is won , And in triumph Irish Molly Stands beside her smoking gun . WILLIAM COLLINS . 1780- 1781 . SONG OF MARION'S MEN . While the 62 MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH .
... name . Proudly floats the starry banner , Monmouth's glorious field is won , And in triumph Irish Molly Stands beside her smoking gun . WILLIAM COLLINS . 1780- 1781 . SONG OF MARION'S MEN . While the 62 MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH .
Pagina 71
... were trained in many battles - we in workshops , fields , and forges ; But we have our homes to fight for , and we do not fear to die . " Though our leader's words we cheered not , yet we THE BATTLE OF THE COWPENS . 71.
... were trained in many battles - we in workshops , fields , and forges ; But we have our homes to fight for , and we do not fear to die . " Though our leader's words we cheered not , yet we THE BATTLE OF THE COWPENS . 71.
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April 19 banner Barbara Frietchie battle BATTLE OF TRENTON bayonets black regiment black-eyed rebel blood blow blue brave breast breath British cannon Captain cheer comrades dark dead death deck EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Erie's fell fierce fight fire flag flame flashing fled fleet flying fought FRANCIS MILES FINCH frown gallant gleam glory grave gray guess guns hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John Burns knew land Lay him low light looked loved marching MOLLY MAGUIRE morning nebber you fear never night o'er Old Brown Osawatomie Brown poem ride rifles river roar round sail Sherman ship shore shot shout shroud silent slain smoke soldiers song star-spangled banner stars steed stood storm stream Sumter tear tell thet THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thunder town traitor tread Uncle Waiting the judgment wave
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Pagina 98 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Pagina 102 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Pagina 8 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Pagina 274 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Pagina 142 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Pagina 103 - O better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
Pagina 14 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Pagina 106 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Pagina 202 - Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town, Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind ; the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten ; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down ; In her attic-window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Pagina 253 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.