National LyricsTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 104 pages |
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... hope forlorn , The private hate , the public scorn ; Yet held through all the paths we trod Our faith in man and trust in God . We prayed and hoped ; but still , with awe , The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing steps of ...
... hope forlorn , The private hate , the public scorn ; Yet held through all the paths we trod Our faith in man and trust in God . We prayed and hoped ; but still , with awe , The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing steps of ...
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John Greenleaf Whittier. 3d Mo. , With blended lines of fear and hope We cast our country's horoscope . For still within her house of life We marked the lurid sign of strife , And , poisoning and embittering all , We saw the star of ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. 3d Mo. , With blended lines of fear and hope We cast our country's horoscope . For still within her house of life We marked the lurid sign of strife , And , poisoning and embittering all , We saw the star of ...
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... hope and refuge prove , With a more than mother's love . Gone , gone sold and gone , To the rice - swamp dank and lone , From Virginia's hills and waters , Woe is me , my stolen daughters ! - LINES . 21 LINES , WRITTEN ON READING THE ...
... hope and refuge prove , With a more than mother's love . Gone , gone sold and gone , To the rice - swamp dank and lone , From Virginia's hills and waters , Woe is me , my stolen daughters ! - LINES . 21 LINES , WRITTEN ON READING THE ...
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... hope of their race . Yet , where festal lamps are throwing Glory round the dancer's hair , Gold - tressed , like an angel's flowing Backward on the sunset air ; And the low quick pulse of music beats its measures sweet and rare : LINES ...
... hope of their race . Yet , where festal lamps are throwing Glory round the dancer's hair , Gold - tressed , like an angel's flowing Backward on the sunset air ; And the low quick pulse of music beats its measures sweet and rare : LINES ...
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... hope each hour's denial seemed an echo of the last ! O my brothers ! O my sisters ! Would to God that ye were near , Gazing with me down the vistas Of a sorrow strange and drear ; Would to God that ye were listeners to the Voice I seem ...
... hope each hour's denial seemed an echo of the last ! O my brothers ! O my sisters ! Would to God that ye were near , Gazing with me down the vistas Of a sorrow strange and drear ; Would to God that ye were listeners to the Voice I seem ...
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50 cents ALFRED TENNYSON altars angels BARBARA FRIETCHIE beneath blazing blessed blood bondman's brand brave breath brow calm chain CHIOS curse dank and lone dark dead dumb earth evil eyes fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Freedom's God's gold gone sold grave gray hand hate hath heard heart Heaven hills and waters holy hope human land Liberty light lips look Lord Massachusetts mercy MITHRIDATES Moloch Mother mountain mountain men NATIONAL LYRICS nebber you hear night Northern o'er pain Pilgrim Poems poor PORT ROYAL prayer rice-swamp dank round Saxon scorn shadow shadow fall shame slave slavery Slavery's sold and gone song soul stand stars stolen daughters storm strong sunny valleys tears thee thine thou TICKNOR AND FIELDS To-day toiling tread trod truth unto Virginia Virginia's hills voice wave wild winds words wrong Ximena