Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford |
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... weeping , Red'ning the meadows . Freed are our States from European ty- rants : Lift then your voices for the little army Led by our battle - loving Andrew Jack- son , Blest of Jehovah . -Wallace Rice . THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS ...
... weeping , Red'ning the meadows . Freed are our States from European ty- rants : Lift then your voices for the little army Led by our battle - loving Andrew Jack- son , Blest of Jehovah . -Wallace Rice . THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS ...
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... weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But since thy loud - tongued blood de- mands supplies More from Briareus ' hands than Argus ' eyes , I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph ...
... weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But since thy loud - tongued blood de- mands supplies More from Briareus ' hands than Argus ' eyes , I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph ...
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... weeping for thee , Were to dream in thine ancient isle , To the endless dirge of the sea ! But the Fates deemed otherwise ; Far thou sleepest from home , From the tears of the Northern skies , In the secular dust of Rome . A city of ...
... weeping for thee , Were to dream in thine ancient isle , To the endless dirge of the sea ! But the Fates deemed otherwise ; Far thou sleepest from home , From the tears of the Northern skies , In the secular dust of Rome . A city of ...
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... weep , my children ! Leave it to the faint and weak ; Sobs are but a woman's weapon- Tears befit a maiden's cheek . Weep not , children of Macdonald ! Weep not thou , his orphan heir- Not in shame , but stainless honour , Lies thy ...
... weep , my children ! Leave it to the faint and weak ; Sobs are but a woman's weapon- Tears befit a maiden's cheek . Weep not , children of Macdonald ! Weep not thou , his orphan heir- Not in shame , but stainless honour , Lies thy ...
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... the guns and denied not . - But then the surprise , When one sits quite alone ! Then one weeps , then one kneels ! -God ! how the house feels ! At first happy news came , in gay letters moiled 48 EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . A VALENTINE. ...
... the guns and denied not . - But then the surprise , When one sits quite alone ! Then one weeps , then one kneels ! -God ! how the house feels ! At first happy news came , in gay letters moiled 48 EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . A VALENTINE. ...
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Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
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Page 122 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 18 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 57 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 117 - O Captain ! My Captain ! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 327 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 342 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 406 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 342 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 380 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
Page 278 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.