Lyrics of LoyaltyFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 336 páginas |
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... battle - field . Our country calls ; away ! away ! To where the blood - stream blots the green . Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen . 2 OUR COUNTRY'S CALL . See , from a thousand 1 Our Country's Call.
... battle - field . Our country calls ; away ! away ! To where the blood - stream blots the green . Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen . 2 OUR COUNTRY'S CALL . See , from a thousand 1 Our Country's Call.
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... blood the crystal water Of the purling streams that murmur through the forests of our land , But of banners proudly streaming where the camp- fires now are gleaming , Hear the rallying shout of millions peal from Free- dom's fearless ...
... blood the crystal water Of the purling streams that murmur through the forests of our land , But of banners proudly streaming where the camp- fires now are gleaming , Hear the rallying shout of millions peal from Free- dom's fearless ...
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... blood , Ready to pour a votive flood Upon my country's shrine . O dearest ! there's a manhood lies , Deep in these slender forms , We know not of , till in our skies Such clouds of danger o'er us rise To fill our land with storms . THE ...
... blood , Ready to pour a votive flood Upon my country's shrine . O dearest ! there's a manhood lies , Deep in these slender forms , We know not of , till in our skies Such clouds of danger o'er us rise To fill our land with storms . THE ...
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... blood ; · Of strength unknown , a mighty flood Which else had gone to waste . My arms seem braced with nerves of steel , My soul is firm and strong ; And , dearest , even now I feel The power to crush beneath my heel My share of this ...
... blood ; · Of strength unknown , a mighty flood Which else had gone to waste . My arms seem braced with nerves of steel , My soul is firm and strong ; And , dearest , even now I feel The power to crush beneath my heel My share of this ...
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... blood will not be spilled in vain Though it should fall like crimson rain Where crimson waters flow . I'm strong enough to die , dear love , In such a cause as ours ; For I shall see from Heaven above Freedom's fair bow above you wave ...
... blood will not be spilled in vain Though it should fall like crimson rain Where crimson waters flow . I'm strong enough to die , dear love , In such a cause as ours ; For I shall see from Heaven above Freedom's fair bow above you wave ...
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Baltimore banner battle bless blood blow boys brave breast breath brother Canaän CARTE DE VISITE cheer Column comrades country's cursed dark dead dear death dream drum dying earth echoing eyes fall FANEUIL HALL fathers fell fight fire flag Flower of Liberty FORCEYTHE WILLSON Freedom gallant gently gleaming glory grave hail hand hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah HYMN JULIA WARD kissed land light lips morning mother music of Union nation neath never night North Northmen o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES patriot peace PICKET-GUARD prayer Rataplan rebel roar rose sabre shame shout sighs slave sleep smile soldier SONG soul Star-Spangled Banner stars strike sweet sword tears Tennessee thee THEODORE TILTON THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou to-day traitors trampled true trumpet victory WAR SONG wave wife WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE winds word wounded
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Página 225 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.
Página 237 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth...
Página 253 - 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.
Página 94 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, For their mother; may Heaven defend her!
Página 93 - Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing — a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
Página 116 - WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land : Oh tell us what its name may be, — Is this the Flower of Liberty?
Página 234 - Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart, And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's heart.
Página 2 - Our country calls ; away ! away ! To where the blood-stream blots the green. Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen. See, from a thousand coverts — see. Spring the armed foes that haunt her track ; They rush to smite her down, and we Must beat the banded traitors back.
Página 95 - For their mother : may Heaven defend her ! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips, when low murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then, drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Página 155 - was the word the next replied. " Cyrus Drew! "—then a silence fell; This time no answer followed the call; Only his rear-man had seen him fall: Killed or wounded — he could not tell. There they stood in the failing light, These men of battle, with grave, dark looks, As plain to be read as open books, While slowly gathered the shades of night. The fern on the...