Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, Volumen651864 |
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... fear and flight , Men of the glade and forest ! leave Your woodcraft for the field of fight . The arms that wield the axe must pour An iron tempest on the foe ; His serried ranks shall reel before The arm that lays the panther low . And ...
... fear and flight , Men of the glade and forest ! leave Your woodcraft for the field of fight . The arms that wield the axe must pour An iron tempest on the foe ; His serried ranks shall reel before The arm that lays the panther low . And ...
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... life , With heroism divine . ' Tis weary — all the dark suspense A woman has to bear : The anguished thoughts , the woe intense , While booming cannon bear her hence A fear for every prayer . 1 THE WOODS OF TENNESSEE . But you - - you.
... life , With heroism divine . ' Tis weary — all the dark suspense A woman has to bear : The anguished thoughts , the woe intense , While booming cannon bear her hence A fear for every prayer . 1 THE WOODS OF TENNESSEE . But you - - you.
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... fears ? Shall our forefathers from their graves Rise up to see the traitor tread Over their blood - bought resting - place ? Over their blood - stained coffin - bed ? Shall they rise up to taunt ye now In this our nation's peril hour ...
... fears ? Shall our forefathers from their graves Rise up to see the traitor tread Over their blood - bought resting - place ? Over their blood - stained coffin - bed ? Shall they rise up to taunt ye now In this our nation's peril hour ...
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... fears . Oh , darkly now the tempest rolls , Wide o'er our desolated souls ; Yet , beaten downward to the dust , In Thy forgiveness still we trust . We trust to Thy protecting power In this , our country's saddest hour , And pray that ...
... fears . Oh , darkly now the tempest rolls , Wide o'er our desolated souls ; Yet , beaten downward to the dust , In Thy forgiveness still we trust . We trust to Thy protecting power In this , our country's saddest hour , And pray that ...
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... wife , charm of his life , To brave the battle's fire ; But duty calls , and loudly falls Our war - cry on the ear ; Our banners wave above the brave— Then on and know not fear . THE FLAG OF THE SKY . THE FLAG OF THE.
... wife , charm of his life , To brave the battle's fire ; But duty calls , and loudly falls Our war - cry on the ear ; Our banners wave above the brave— Then on and know not fear . THE FLAG OF THE SKY . THE FLAG OF THE.
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Términos y frases comunes
Baltimore banner battle bless blood blow boys brave breast breath brother Canaän CARTE DE VISITE cheer Column comrades country's 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 glory grave hail hand hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah HYMN JULIA WARD kissed land light lips 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 Roland rose sabres 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 toll traitors Treason true trumpet victory WAR SONG wave wife WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE winds wounded
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Página 224 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 235 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Página 236 - Slavery, the earth-born Cyclops, fellest of the giant brood, Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched the earth with blood, Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer day, Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable prey ; — Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless children play?
Página 202 - Fold him in his country's stars, Roll the drum and fire the volley ! What to him are all our wars ? What but death bemocking folly?
Página 201 - Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he ? he cannot know : Lay him low! As man may, he fought his fight, Proved his truth by his endeavor ; Let him sleep in solemn night, Sleep forever and forever ; Lay him low, lay him low, .In the clover or the snow!
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...