Poems of American HistoryBurton Egbert Stevenson Houghton Mifflin, 1908 - 704 |
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... , Henry Howard Brownell BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE , John Greenleaf Whittier 393 395 396 • GLORY HALLELUJAH ! OR JOHN BROWN'S BODY , Charles Sprague Hall 397 TABLE OF CONTENTS JOHN BROWN , Edna Dean Proctor JOHN xxii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... , Henry Howard Brownell BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE , John Greenleaf Whittier 393 395 396 • GLORY HALLELUJAH ! OR JOHN BROWN'S BODY , Charles Sprague Hall 397 TABLE OF CONTENTS JOHN BROWN , Edna Dean Proctor JOHN xxii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So ...
... glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So ...
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... glory roll'd . 66 - Ah ! on this sea of glory might I sail , Track the bright sun , and pierce the eternal veil That hides those lands , beneath Hesperian skies , Where daylight sojourns till our morrow rise ! " Thoughtful he wander'd ...
... glory roll'd . 66 - Ah ! on this sea of glory might I sail , Track the bright sun , and pierce the eternal veil That hides those lands , beneath Hesperian skies , Where daylight sojourns till our morrow rise ! " Thoughtful he wander'd ...
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... glory for thy native soil , And what must please thee more for thy own reign . - Of this huge globe , how small a part we know Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny ? How disproportion'd to the mighty deep The lands that yet in ...
... glory for thy native soil , And what must please thee more for thy own reign . - Of this huge globe , how small a part we know Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny ? How disproportion'd to the mighty deep The lands that yet in ...
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... glory fired , Heaven's favoring smile implored : " Let Louisburg return , " he said , " Unto its ancient Lord . " At once the Camp and Fleet were filled With Britain's loyal sons , Whose hearts are filled with generous strife T'avenge ...
... glory fired , Heaven's favoring smile implored : " Let Louisburg return , " he said , " Unto its ancient Lord . " At once the Camp and Fleet were filled With Britain's loyal sons , Whose hearts are filled with generous strife T'avenge ...
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American arms army banner battle beat beneath blood blow bold boys brave breath British Britons cannon Captain cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD command cried dare dark dead death deeds dread EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fame fear fell fierce fight fire flag flame flash fleet fought freedom gallant Giles Corey glory grave guns hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW heroes hills honor Huzza Indian John JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land light Lord March mighty morning never night o'er peace PHILIP FRENEAU rebel roar rose round sail Saint Leger ship shore shot shout Sir Peter Parker soldiers song sons soon soul Spain stars stood storm sword tears thee THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thousand thunder tide town victory voice WALLACE RICE wave wild wind word wounded Yankee
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Strona 58 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Strona 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
Strona 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' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 537 - 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 I heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Strona 522 - Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Strona 348 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Strona 369 - Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead ! Dear as the blood ye gave; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave ; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps.