Poems of American PatriotismBrander Matthews C. Scribner's Sons, 1882 - 285 pagini |
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... never a cent . " The cargo came ! and who could blame If Indians seized the tea , And , chest by chest , let down the same Into the laughing sea ? For what avail the plough or sail Or land or life , if freedom fail ? The townsmen braved ...
... never a cent . " The cargo came ! and who could blame If Indians seized the tea , And , chest by chest , let down the same Into the laughing sea ? For what avail the plough or sail Or land or life , if freedom fail ? The townsmen braved ...
Pagina 6
... never fail ! O day remembered yet ! O happy port that spied the sail Which wafted Lafayette ! Pole - star of light in Europe's night , That never faltered from the right . Kings shook with fear , old empires crave The secret force to ...
... never fail ! O day remembered yet ! O happy port that spied the sail Which wafted Lafayette ! Pole - star of light in Europe's night , That never faltered from the right . Kings shook with fear , old empires crave The secret force to ...
Pagina 16
... never a grounding gun is heard ; The men in fustian stand unstirred ; Dead calm , save maybe a wise bluebird Puts in his little heavenly word . O men in red ! if ye but knew The half as much as bluebirds do , Now in this little tender ...
... never a grounding gun is heard ; The men in fustian stand unstirred ; Dead calm , save maybe a wise bluebird Puts in his little heavenly word . O men in red ! if ye but knew The half as much as bluebirds do , Now in this little tender ...
Pagina 50
... that place . Great Washington he led us on , Whose streaming flag , in storm or sun , Had never known disgrace . In silent march we passed the night , Each soldier 50 THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED Rebel, MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH, PAGE Anonymous.
... that place . Great Washington he led us on , Whose streaming flag , in storm or sun , Had never known disgrace . In silent march we passed the night , Each soldier 50 THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED Rebel, MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH, PAGE Anonymous.
Pagina 76
... never seen such running in our lives ! Ran they swifter than if seeking homes to taste do- mestic sweetness , Having many years been parted from their children and their wives . Ah ! for some no wife to meet them , 76 THE BATTLE OF THE ...
... never seen such running in our lives ! Ran they swifter than if seeking homes to taste do- mestic sweetness , Having many years been parted from their children and their wives . Ah ! for some no wife to meet them , 76 THE BATTLE OF THE ...
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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.