Poems of American History |
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American arms army band battle blood bold boys brave British Captain cheer close comes command cried dare dark dead death eyes face fair fall fame fear fell field fight fire flag flame followed force fought freedom gave give glory grave guns hand head hear heard heart heaven heroes hills hope hour hundred Indian John King land light lives looked Lord March morning never night o'er once passed peace Quaker rebel roar rose round sail ship shore side soldiers song sons soon soul sound stand stars stood strong sword tears tell thee thou thought thousand Till town true turned voice Washington wave wild wind Yankee
Популарни одломци
Страница 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
Страница 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!
Страница 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...
Страница 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
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Библиографски подаци
| Наслов | Poems of American History |
| Уредник | Burton Egbert Stevenson |
| Издавач | Houghton Mifflin, 1908 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Калифорније |
| Дигитализовано | 25 сеп 2007 |
| Дужина | 704 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |