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... hear her word She even doubts me , as I live ! " Said Mars , as with a fierce , grim smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans wide and deep , North bounded by a chain of lakes ...
... hear her word She even doubts me , as I live ! " Said Mars , as with a fierce , grim smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans wide and deep , North bounded by a chain of lakes ...
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... hear me out , e'en to the end : You say this tribe is brave and strong , Which I'd not willingly deny ; But still they love me far to well , To seek for fame , and for it die ! " " Oh ! thunder , wake ! —where is thy roar ? Oh ! light ...
... hear me out , e'en to the end : You say this tribe is brave and strong , Which I'd not willingly deny ; But still they love me far to well , To seek for fame , and for it die ! " " Oh ! thunder , wake ! —where is thy roar ? Oh ! light ...
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... hear the tramp of thousands , And of armed men the hum- Lo ! a nation's hosts have gather'd ' Round the quick alarming drum , Saying , " Come , Freemen , come , Ere your heritage be wasted ! " Said the quick alarming drum . " Let me of ...
... hear the tramp of thousands , And of armed men the hum- Lo ! a nation's hosts have gather'd ' Round the quick alarming drum , Saying , " Come , Freemen , come , Ere your heritage be wasted ! " Said the quick alarming drum . " Let me of ...
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... hear e'en now the infinite fierce chorus , The cries of agony , the endless groan , Which through the ages that have gone before us , In loud reverberations reach our own . The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that ...
... hear e'en now the infinite fierce chorus , The cries of agony , the endless groan , Which through the ages that have gone before us , In loud reverberations reach our own . The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that ...
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... intent , To pronounce and hear the verdict just ? Say , will you prove true to God and State ? Oh ! my loved country - what is thy fate ? J. HENRY HAYWARD , " ALL'S WELL . " FIRST UNION OFFENSIVE OPERATION AT 46 POETICAL PEN - PICTURES.
... intent , To pronounce and hear the verdict just ? Say , will you prove true to God and State ? Oh ! my loved country - what is thy fate ? J. HENRY HAYWARD , " ALL'S WELL . " FIRST UNION OFFENSIVE OPERATION AT 46 POETICAL PEN - PICTURES.
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ANONYMOUS arms banner battle BATTLE OF DRANESVILLE BATTLE OF WILLIAMSBURG battle-field battle's bless blood brave breast breath bright brother brow cannon CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER cheer clouds comrades country's crimson Crimson Patch dark darling dead dear death dream drum dying E Pluribus Unum e'en earth eyes fall fame farewell father fear fell field fight flag flash Freedom friends gleaming gloom glorious glory grave hand hath hear heart Heaven HENRY HAYWARD hero hope kiss land light lips lonely loved standard MARCH Minie ball mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night noble o'er pale patriot peace plain pray prayer rebel roar slain sleep smile soldier sorrow soul stars strife sweet sword tears tell thee thou thro traitors treason Union Union Flag victory voice watch wave weary weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE wounded
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Page 34 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 183 - 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...
Page 183 - ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say, "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...
Page 66 - Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 230 - Lord, how beautiful was Thy day ! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho ! brave hearts that went down in the seas ! Ye are at peace in the troubled stream ; Ho ! brave land ! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES.
Page 34 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade.
Page 66 - Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field.
Page 184 - 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.
Page 32 - Ere your heritage be wasted,' said the quick alarming drum. 'Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come ? But the drum Echoed, 'Come! Death shall reap the braver harvest,' said the solemn-sounding drum.
Page 230 - As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. "Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain, "Never!" our gallant Morris replies; "It is better to sink than to yield !" And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men.