Lyrics of LoyaltyFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 336 páginas |
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... Dying Soldier . Head of the Column . The Soldier's Letter . God Save the Nation . · • Anonymous .. PAGE T. B. Read .... 52 • W. H. C. Hosmer ... .. 53 • Anonymous 55 .Joel Benton . 56 58 F. H. D. Janvier ... 59 Ruth N. Cromwell ... 61 ...
... Dying Soldier . Head of the Column . The Soldier's Letter . God Save the Nation . · • Anonymous .. PAGE T. B. Read .... 52 • W. H. C. Hosmer ... .. 53 • Anonymous 55 .Joel Benton . 56 58 F. H. D. Janvier ... 59 Ruth N. Cromwell ... 61 ...
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... dying shout he partly rose , And waved the banner at his foes ; Then strained it to his bloody breast , Smiled a glad smile and sunk to rest . O , piteous sight ! Yet Freedom gave A Hero's shroud , a Martyr's grave To the loved ones ...
... dying shout he partly rose , And waved the banner at his foes ; Then strained it to his bloody breast , Smiled a glad smile and sunk to rest . O , piteous sight ! Yet Freedom gave A Hero's shroud , a Martyr's grave To the loved ones ...
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... dying , strike while you can ! And the soldiers followed the drum , The drum , The echoing , echoing drum . Proudly and firmly marched off the men ; Who had a sweetheart thought of her then ; Tears were coming , but brave lips smiled ...
... dying , strike while you can ! And the soldiers followed the drum , The drum , The echoing , echoing drum . Proudly and firmly marched off the men ; Who had a sweetheart thought of her then ; Tears were coming , but brave lips smiled ...
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... my country , proud land of my birth , I have need to remember thy mission on earth ; I have need to remember , heart - weary and torn , The flag that our fathers unfurl'd to the morn . THE DYING SOLDIER . 63 May the sheen of thy.
... my country , proud land of my birth , I have need to remember thy mission on earth ; I have need to remember , heart - weary and torn , The flag that our fathers unfurl'd to the morn . THE DYING SOLDIER . 63 May the sheen of thy.
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... chastiseth in love . THE DYING SOLDIER . EARY and worn to a skeleton form WEARY He lay on a couch of pain , And his wish at even , his prayer at morn , Were to visit his home again . 64 THE DYING SOLDIER . He talked of his mother Anonymous.
... chastiseth in love . THE DYING SOLDIER . EARY and worn to a skeleton form WEARY He lay on a couch of pain , And his wish at even , his prayer at morn , Were to visit his home again . 64 THE DYING SOLDIER . He talked of his mother Anonymous.
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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 dying earth echoing eyes fall FANEUIL HALL fathers fell fight fire flag Flower of Liberty FORCEYTHE WILLSON Freedom gallant gently gleaming 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 prayer Rataplan rebel roar rose sabre 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 traitors trampled true trumpet victory WAR SONG wave wife WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE winds word wounded
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Página 225 - 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.
Página 237 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth...
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 94 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, For their mother; may Heaven defend her!
Página 93 - Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing — a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
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 234 - Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart, And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's heart.
Página 2 - Our country calls ; away ! away ! To where the blood-stream blots the green. Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen. See, from a thousand coverts — see. Spring the armed foes that haunt her track ; They rush to smite her down, and we Must beat the banded traitors back.
Página 95 - For their mother : may Heaven defend her ! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips, when low murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then, drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Página 155 - was the word the next replied. " Cyrus Drew! "—then a silence fell; This time no answer followed the call; Only his rear-man had seen him fall: Killed or wounded — he could not tell. There they stood in the failing light, These men of battle, with grave, dark looks, As plain to be read as open books, While slowly gathered the shades of night. The fern on the...