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... heart . Keenan's Charge ( No. 81 ) and Sheridan's Ride ( No. 73 ) are spir- ited , and show the vigor with which our fathers rhymed their sentiments . The three war songs given in No. 70 are everywhere familiar , and may well be sung ...
... heart . Keenan's Charge ( No. 81 ) and Sheridan's Ride ( No. 73 ) are spir- ited , and show the vigor with which our fathers rhymed their sentiments . The three war songs given in No. 70 are everywhere familiar , and may well be sung ...
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... heart upon buying freedom for some of my children . I thought it was of more consequence to them than to me ; for I was old , and used to being a slave . But mistress Kin- more wouldn't let me have my children . One after another she ...
... heart upon buying freedom for some of my children . I thought it was of more consequence to them than to me ; for I was old , and used to being a slave . But mistress Kin- more wouldn't let me have my children . One after another she ...
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... heart upon buying Richard . He was the image of his father ; and my husband was a nice good man ; and we set stores by one another . Besides I was always uneasy in my mind about Richard . He was a spirity lad ; and I knew it was very ...
... heart upon buying Richard . He was the image of his father ; and my husband was a nice good man ; and we set stores by one another . Besides I was always uneasy in my mind about Richard . He was a spirity lad ; and I knew it was very ...
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... heart was too full ! She had sent me away of an errand , because she didn't want to be troubled with our cries . I hadn't any chance to see my poor boy . I shall never see him again in this world . heart felt as if it was under a great ...
... heart was too full ! She had sent me away of an errand , because she didn't want to be troubled with our cries . I hadn't any chance to see my poor boy . I shall never see him again in this world . heart felt as if it was under a great ...
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... hearts were gay , and their laugh rang out clear and free . Their dress was coarse , and in no wise restrained the motions of their agile limbs , for it consisted merely of a cotton shirt , reach- The capture and sale of commonly free ...
... hearts were gay , and their laugh rang out clear and free . Their dress was coarse , and in no wise restrained the motions of their agile limbs , for it consisted merely of a cotton shirt , reach- The capture and sale of commonly free ...
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Strona 76 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Strona 408 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head. But spare your country's 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 deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Strona 75 - 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 280 - 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 281 - But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down ; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight...
Strona 341 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and...
Strona 407 - Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Strona 113 - 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.
Strona 292 - Stonewall Jackson's way." The sun's bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and by George! Here's Longstreet struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge. Pope and his Yankees, whipped before, " Bay'nets and grape !" hear Stonewall roar; " Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score! " Is " Stonewall Jackson's way." Ah ! maiden, wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewall's band ! Ah! widow, read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand. Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on ! Thy life shall...
Strona 408 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.