 Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !' he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet: All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host Ever its torn folds rose and fell On...  Teresina in America - Page 150by Maria Theresa] [Longworth, Thérèse Yelverton (Viscountess Avonmore) - 1875Full view - About this book
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1864 - 422 pages
...flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1864 - 188 pages
...with a royal will. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; Barbara Frietchie's work... | |
 | Richard Grant White - American poetry - 1866 - 368 pages
...flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | Edwin B. Houghton - United States - 1866 - 360 pages
...the leader came ; . The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : 1 Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1866 - 122 pages
...that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " be said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | Linus Pierpont Brockett, Mary C. Vaughan - Dummies (Bookselling) - 1867 - 858 pages
...Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deud and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - 270 pages
...nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon grey head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he said. All day...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | Linus Pierpont Brockett, Mary C. Vaughan - Electronic books - 1867 - 810 pages
...at that woman's deed and word : u Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on I" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | American poetry - 1869 - 310 pages
...flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's...free flag tost . Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose arid fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's...that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps... | |
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