Poems of American HistoryBurton Egbert Stevenson |
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American arms army banner battle beat beneath blood blow bold boys brave British Britons cannon Captain cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD command crew cried dare dark dead death dread EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EDWARD EVERETT HALE eyes fair fame fear fell fierce fight fire flag flame fleet fought freedom gallant Giles Corey glory guns hand hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW heroes hills Huzza Indian John JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land liberty light Lord March mighty morning ne'er never night o'er ocean peace PHILIP FRENEAU proud rebel roar rose round sail Saint Leger ship shore shout Sir Peter Parker soldiers song sons soon soul stars stood storm sword thee THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thousand thunder tide town victory voice WALLACE RICE Washington wave wild wind wounded Yankee
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Page 145 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm
Page 660 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Page 351 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 317 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Page 14 - BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?
Page 384 - 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.
Page 144 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Page 351 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Page 351 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 248 - From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.