American War Ballads and Lyrics: A Collection of the Songs and Ballads of the Colonial Wars, the Revolution, the War of 1812-15, the War with Mexico, and the Civil War, Volumen2George Cary Eggleston G. P. Putnam's sons, 1889 |
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Abraham Lincoln army banners BARBARA FRIETCHIE battle battle-cry of freedom battle's bayonets blood blue boys brave breath BRET HARTE bugle cannon cheer dark dead dear death deck drum dub dub dying EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fall fell fight fillibustero fire flag flame FORCEYTHE WILLSON fought Furl gallant Gettysburg glory God bless America grave gray guns hand hear heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL hundred Hurrah John Brown's body John Burns land Lero light Lillibulero lips marching Maryland morning never night o'er old Uncle Sam poem rebel regiment river roar roll rose round Rub a dub sabres Says old Uncle shade shell ship shore shot Shouting the battle-cry smoke soldiers Somebody's song soul Southern stars Stonewall stood tardy George tears thee There's thet thousand thunder traitor tramp Varuna Waiting the judgment-day wave weary wounded Yankee
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Página 98 - 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 sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Página 97 - 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,
Página 73 - ... heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
Página 11 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Página 96 - 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.
Página 133 - And the bright bayonet, Bristling and firmly set, Flashed with a purpose grand, Long ere the sharp command Of the fierce rolling drum Told them their time had come, Told them what work was sent For the black regiment. " Now," the flag-sergeant cried, " Though death and hell betide, Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound — Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again!" Oh! what a shout there went From the black regiment! "Charge!
Página 230 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the Judgment Day; Under the one the Blue, • Under the other the Gray.
Página 10 - 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 has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Página 7 - Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland ! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland ! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland, my Maryland...
Página 36 - ... shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort ; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our...