Later LyricsJ. E. Tilton, 1866 - 320 pagini |
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Pagina 12
... dead ? Tell me , why must he die ? Is he like flowers the frost doth sear , Or like the birds , that , every year , 66 Melt back into the sky ? " No , love the flowers may bloom their time , The birdlings sing their merry chime , Till ...
... dead ? Tell me , why must he die ? Is he like flowers the frost doth sear , Or like the birds , that , every year , 66 Melt back into the sky ? " No , love the flowers may bloom their time , The birdlings sing their merry chime , Till ...
Pagina 18
... dead , And homely garments , coarse and gray , For orphans that must earn their bread ! Keep back your tunes , ye viols sweet , That poured delight from other lands ! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet : The trumpet leads our ...
... dead , And homely garments , coarse and gray , For orphans that must earn their bread ! Keep back your tunes , ye viols sweet , That poured delight from other lands ! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet : The trumpet leads our ...
Pagina 29
... dead came back from Baltimore ? The banner fell that every breeze had flattered , The hum of thrift was hushed with sudden woe ; We raised anew the emblems shamed and shattered , And turned a front resolved to meet the foe . Remember ye ...
... dead came back from Baltimore ? The banner fell that every breeze had flattered , The hum of thrift was hushed with sudden woe ; We raised anew the emblems shamed and shattered , And turned a front resolved to meet the foe . Remember ye ...
Pagina 30
... upon our stern election ! Keep , Echoes dear , remembrance of our breath ! And gentle eyes , and hearts of pure affection , Light us resolved to victory or death ! ONE AND MANY . HE is dead with whom we 30 POEMS OF THE WAR .
... upon our stern election ! Keep , Echoes dear , remembrance of our breath ! And gentle eyes , and hearts of pure affection , Light us resolved to victory or death ! ONE AND MANY . HE is dead with whom we 30 POEMS OF THE WAR .
Pagina 31
Julia Ward Howe. ONE AND MANY . HE is dead with whom we spake ; Ere the latest war cloud brake , Vanished , with the smile he wore When we parted evermore . As a star that leaves its place Fills the heavens with passing grace , Did he ...
Julia Ward Howe. ONE AND MANY . HE is dead with whom we spake ; Ere the latest war cloud brake , Vanished , with the smile he wore When we parted evermore . As a star that leaves its place Fills the heavens with passing grace , Did he ...
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angels babe bear beauty Black Death blessing blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bring burthen crown daily Flash dark dead dear Death delight divine doth earth ENOCH ARDEN eyes fair Fair lady faith Fate feast feet fiery flag fling flowers fold friends gather glad glory God's gold golden grace grapes of wrath Half-calf HAMMATT BILLINGS hand hast hath heart heaven hide holy hunts so late immortal JULIA WARD keep light look Lord lost Love's marble marble drop Morocco mother Muslin neath never o'er pain pale pass Perugia Pity poor praise prayer pride Remember ye rest rude shadow shalt sigh sight silken hands skies smile song sorrow soul stars street sweet swift tears terrible swift sword thee thine THOMAS BULFINCH thou thoughts thrill tinted paper toil turbid current wait walk warrior bands weary whisper wild wonder wrath
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Pagina 42 - I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: 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 41 - 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 42 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat ; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me ; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, THE BATTLE AT MANILA.
Pagina 41 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "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 9 - OUR COUNTRY. ON primal rocks she wrote her name, Her towers were reared on holy graves, The golden seed that bore her came Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew.
Pagina 19 - Keep back your tunes, ye viols sweet, That poured delight from other lands! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet : The trumpet leads our warrior bands. And ye that wage the war of words With mystic fame and subtle power, Go, chatter to the idle birds, Or teach the lesson of the hour ! Ye Sibyl Arts, in one stern knot Be all your offices combined ! Stand close, while Courage draws the lot, The destiny of human kind. And if that destiny could fail, The sun should darken in the sky, The eternal bloom...
Pagina 25 - But pause, ere ye pass to taste it, one act must accomplished be, — Salute the flag in its virtue, before ye sit down with me. The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed ; 'Twas red with the blood of freemen, and white with the fear of the foe ; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
Pagina 10 - Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the 'broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew. O Exile of the wrath of Kings ! O Pilgrim Ark of Liberty ! The refuge of divinest things, Their record must abide in thee. First in the glories of thy front Let the crown-jewel...
Pagina 24 - THERE'S a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to me Than the blood that thrills in my bosom its earnest of liberty; And dear are the stars it harbors in its sunny field of blue As the hope of a further heaven that lights all our dim lives through...
Pagina 149 - O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, — He smote my marbles many a murderous blow, His weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, No co.mment voicing. " Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, — Afford me here a lump of harmless clay, Ye grooms and pages...