President Lincoln and the American War: A Funeral Address Delivered on Sunday, April 30, 1865W.P. Nimmo, 1865 - 12 páginas |
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abolition abolitionists anti-slavery assassination Assuredly by carrying belfries rock bell and roar Bells of joy belt with joy bid the sad black race brass are broken breathe the universe broken chains Tell cast the mighty cruel rod dared death-knell of Freedom dumb a voice ear Of Eternity EDINBURGH eyes this glory feeling Fling the joy fore presided fresher life begin give the dumb heard the souud hour of crime iron walls asunder joy from town joy the earth land Stretch'd Lord Loud and long morning's wing Send mourn their greatest negro old exulting song Parker parties peace President Lincoln rider sink Ring and swing rolls its heavy sad rejoice seceded Secession Send the song Sing with Miriam slaves song of praise sound thereof go South spot is holy statesman stroke exulting tells thought thunder The iron Union W. R. WILSON War and Peace whirlwind is abroad white with righteous
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Página 12 - How they pale, Ancient myth and song and tale, In this wonder of our days, When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise!
Página 4 - Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Página 12 - Let us kneel: God's own voice is in that peal, And this spot is holy ground. Lord, forgive us! What are we. That our eyes this glory see, That our ears have heard the sound...
Página 12 - Did we dare, In our agony of prayer, Ask for more than He has done? When was ever His right hand Over any time or land Stretched as now beneath the sun?
Página 5 - I repeat the declaration made a year ago, that while I remain in my present position I shall not attempt to retract or modify the Emancipation Proclamation. Nor shall I return to slavery any person who is free by the terms of that proclamation or by any of the acts of Congress.
Página 12 - Ring and swing, Bells of joy ! On morning's wing Send the song of praise abroad! With a sound of broken chains Tell the nations that He reigns, Who alone is Lord and God 1 1865.
Página 12 - O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime. Loud and long, that all may hear, Ring for every listening ear Of Eternity and Time ! Let us kneel : God's own voice is in that peal, And this spot is holy ground. Lord, forgive us ! What are we, That our eyes this glory see...
Página 12 - It is done ! In the circuit of the sun Shall the sound thereof go forth. It shall bid the sad rejoice, It shall give the dumb a voice, It shall belt with joy the earth...
Página 11 - It is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down.
Página 3 - Woe unto the world because of offences : for it must needs be that offences come, but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh.