Wartime and Patriotic Selections for Recitation and ReadingShrewsbury Publishing Company, 1918 - 159 pages |
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... heads held high , And , that same moment , far in a flittering beam High over old and storied Westminster The Stars and Stripes with England's colors clear Sisterly twined and proud on the air astream . * * * * I see again the fabulous ...
... heads held high , And , that same moment , far in a flittering beam High over old and storied Westminster The Stars and Stripes with England's colors clear Sisterly twined and proud on the air astream . * * * * I see again the fabulous ...
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... rifle - butts , crashed it in : She faced them gentle and bold . They haled her before the judges where they sat In their places , helmet on head . With question and menace the judges assailed her , “ WARTIME SELECTIONS 17.
... rifle - butts , crashed it in : She faced them gentle and bold . They haled her before the judges where they sat In their places , helmet on head . With question and menace the judges assailed her , “ WARTIME SELECTIONS 17.
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... head a - nod with sleep ; he can not yield , Though sleep and snow in deadly force unite . Amongst the sleepers lies the Boy awake , And wide - eyed plans brave glories that transcend The deeds of heroes dead ; then dreams o'ertake His ...
... head a - nod with sleep ; he can not yield , Though sleep and snow in deadly force unite . Amongst the sleepers lies the Boy awake , And wide - eyed plans brave glories that transcend The deeds of heroes dead ; then dreams o'ertake His ...
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Carleton B. Case. An ' you lay on my bosom your little dark head ; Now it's far from sweet Ireland ye lie cold an ' dead— God rest you ! God rest you , avick ! In Galway the sunshine has come afther rain , An ' the lilacs an ' elders are ...
Carleton B. Case. An ' you lay on my bosom your little dark head ; Now it's far from sweet Ireland ye lie cold an ' dead— God rest you ! God rest you , avick ! In Galway the sunshine has come afther rain , An ' the lilacs an ' elders are ...
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... head With your face on the breast of the four months ' dead . The man who ranges in No Man's Land Is dogged by the shadows on either hand When the star - shell's flare , as it bursts o'erhead , Scares the great gray rats that feed on ...
... head With your face on the breast of the four months ' dead . The man who ranges in No Man's Land Is dogged by the shadows on either hand When the star - shell's flare , as it bursts o'erhead , Scares the great gray rats that feed on ...
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ALAN SEEGER AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR American armies arms banner battle bells blood Boche brave breath British CHORUS comes dared dark dead dear dreams dust dying England eyes fathers fear field fight had told flag flame Flanders foes France Freedom freedom-this I know friends GEORGE STERLING glorious glory gray Grimsby Town guns hand hath hear heard and obeyed heart Heaven Highland laddie honor hope Jimmy Morgan JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE kiss knots of tape LAURENCE BINYON liberty light lives Lord luck Man's Land mighty morning nation never night old mouth-organ pain peace rendezvous with Death roar roll rose Sheath shell sing soldier Somebody's darling song soul stand star-spangled banner Star-spangled battle-flag stars storm strife sweet Sword tears thee things THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou thought trenches wild WILFRID WILSON GIBSON wind
Popular passages
Page 124 - Peace, peace ! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take ; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death ! Patrick Henry...
Page 138 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
Page 130 - We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract.
Page 91 - 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.
Page 96 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there.
Page 25 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
Page 89 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
Page 24 - It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
Page 122 - What terms shall we find, which have not already been exhausted ? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Ministry and Parliament. Our petitions...
Page 131 - ... that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that the government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.