Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil WarRichard Grant White |
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... sword and martyr's urn . Then shout beside thine oak , O North ! O South ! wave answer with thy palm ; And in our Union's heritage Together lift the Nation's psalm ! II . How glorious is our mission here ! Heirs of a virgin world are we ...
... sword and martyr's urn . Then shout beside thine oak , O North ! O South ! wave answer with thy palm ; And in our Union's heritage Together lift the Nation's psalm ! II . How glorious is our mission here ! Heirs of a virgin world are we ...
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... sword and fetter ; Fling out again the old striped flag ! She'll do yet more and better . III . In peace her sails fleck all the seas , Her mills shake every river ; And where are scenes so fair as these God and her true hands give her ...
... sword and fetter ; Fling out again the old striped flag ! She'll do yet more and better . III . In peace her sails fleck all the seas , Her mills shake every river ; And where are scenes so fair as these God and her true hands give her ...
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... swords of old Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many , we who hold The grim resolve to guard it well . Strike for that broad and goodly land Blow after blow , till men shall see That Might and Right move hand in hand ...
... swords of old Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many , we who hold The grim resolve to guard it well . Strike for that broad and goodly land Blow after blow , till men shall see That Might and Right move hand in hand ...
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... sword and martyr's urn . No tyrant's impious step is ours ; No lust of power on nations rolled : Our Flag — for friends , a starry sky ; For traitors , storm in every fold . O , thus we'll keep our Nation's life , Nor fear the bolt by ...
... sword and martyr's urn . No tyrant's impious step is ours ; No lust of power on nations rolled : Our Flag — for friends , a starry sky ; For traitors , storm in every fold . O , thus we'll keep our Nation's life , Nor fear the bolt by ...
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... sword , We lift the starry flag on high That fills with light our stormy sky . From Treason's rent , from Murder's stain , Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign , Till fort and field , till shore and sea Join our loud anthem ...
... sword , We lift the starry flag on high That fills with light our stormy sky . From Treason's rent , from Murder's stain , Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign , Till fort and field , till shore and sea Join our loud anthem ...
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Abraham Lincoln Atlantic Monthly banner Barbara Fritchie battle BAY FIGHT blood blow blue boys will fight brave breath cheer Chorus cold Copperhead dark dead dear death dread dream dust E Pluribus Unum eyes face fall fear fire flag flame flash Freedom gallant glory grave guns hallelujah hand Harpers hear heart Heaven hurrah Jeff John Bull JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land Lero Lilliburlero Lincoln lips looked Lord Lovell marching Maryland mighty morning nation nebber never night o'er pain Praise de Lord pray rebel River roar ROBERT BURTON roll Rub-a-dub-dub says old Uncle shame ships shore slave sleep smile smoke soldier song soul stars Stonewall Jackson stood strong sword tears thee There's thou thunder traitor tread Union wave weary Yankee boys Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle dandy York Tribune
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Page 173 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 68 - 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.
Page 21 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Page 252 - mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!
Page 21 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 172 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...
Page 139 - 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.
Page 270 - You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier! • You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face, His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair. His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease, His lack of all we prize as debonair, Of power or will to shine, of art to please!
Page 322 - We see him now — the old slouched hat Cocked o'er his eye askew, The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true. The "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well; Says he, "That's Banks— he's fond of shell; Lord save his soul ! we'll give him " well, That's "Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 22 - Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' graves, Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime ; — Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men behind their time ? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth rock sublime ? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced...