Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, Volumen651864 |
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... o'er his brim , He rises , all his floods to pour , And flings the proudest barks that swim , A helpless wreck against his shore . Few , few were they whose swords , of old , Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many , we ...
... o'er his brim , He rises , all his floods to pour , And flings the proudest barks that swim , A helpless wreck against his shore . Few , few were they whose swords , of old , Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many , we ...
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... o'er . I'll not think of death and slaughter , tinged with blood the crystal water Of the purling streams that murmur through the forests of our land , But of banners proudly streaming where the camp- fires now are gleaming , Hear the ...
... o'er . I'll not think of death and slaughter , tinged with blood the crystal water Of the purling streams that murmur through the forests of our land , But of banners proudly streaming where the camp- fires now are gleaming , Hear the ...
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... o'er thee- Oh ! ' mid clashing swords and sabres , in the hottest of the strife . I would never have thee falter ! - better death or felon's halter Than to see our cause defeated and a nation bowed in shame . Were I man , grim death ...
... o'er thee- Oh ! ' mid clashing swords and sabres , in the hottest of the strife . I would never have thee falter ! - better death or felon's halter Than to see our cause defeated and a nation bowed in shame . Were I man , grim death ...
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... ! there's a manhood lies , Deep in these slender forms , We know not of , till in our skies Such clouds of danger o'er us rise To fill our land with storms . THE SOLDIER'S " GOOD - BY . " Then , The Soldier's Good-by Mary E Nealy.
... ! there's a manhood lies , Deep in these slender forms , We know not of , till in our skies Such clouds of danger o'er us rise To fill our land with storms . THE SOLDIER'S " GOOD - BY . " Then , The Soldier's Good-by Mary E Nealy.
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... o'er the greensward That quivers below , Scarce held by the curb - bit The fierce horses go ! And the grim - visaged colonel , With ear - rending shout , Peals forth to the squadrons The order " Trot out ! " One hand on the sabre , And ...
... o'er the greensward That quivers below , Scarce held by the curb - bit The fierce horses go ! And the grim - visaged colonel , With ear - rending shout , Peals forth to the squadrons The order " Trot out ! " One hand on the sabre , And ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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...