American Patriotic Prose and VerseMrs. Ruth Frances (Davis) Stevens, Ruth Frances Davis Stevens, David Harrison Stevens A.C. McClurg & Company, 1917 - 171 pages A chronologically arranged collection of patriotic literature, with subjects ranging from Columbus to World War I. |
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... still Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed , And regions , now untrod , shall thrill With reverence when their names are breathed . Till where the sun , with softer fires , Looks American Patriotic Prose and Verse 13.
... still Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed , And regions , now untrod , shall thrill With reverence when their names are breathed . Till where the sun , with softer fires , Looks American Patriotic Prose and Verse 13.
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... Looks on the vast Pacific's sleep , The children of the Pilgrim sires . This hallowed day like us shall keep . OUR COUNTRY JULIA WARD HOWE Julia Ward Howe ( 1819-1910 ) was for more than a half - century widely known as an eminent ...
... Looks on the vast Pacific's sleep , The children of the Pilgrim sires . This hallowed day like us shall keep . OUR COUNTRY JULIA WARD HOWE Julia Ward Howe ( 1819-1910 ) was for more than a half - century widely known as an eminent ...
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... Looks kindly on that spot last . The Pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead , With the holy stars , by night . It watches the bed of the brave who have bled And still ...
... Looks kindly on that spot last . The Pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead , With the holy stars , by night . It watches the bed of the brave who have bled And still ...
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... look down A moment on the roofs of the town , And the moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear , like a ...
... look down A moment on the roofs of the town , And the moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear , like a ...
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... looks , on the belfry's height A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and gazes , till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village ...
... looks , on the belfry's height A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and gazes , till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village ...
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Page 23 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 23 - Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Page 67 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 2 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and, sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 4 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Page 58 - We have called by different names brethren of the same principle. We are all Republicans ; we are all Federalists. If there be any among us who wish to dissolve this Union, or to change its republican form, let them stand undisturbed as monuments of the safety with which error of opinion may be tolerated, where reason is left free to combat it.
Page 61 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Page 41 - Harmony, liberal intercourse with all nations, are recommended by policy, humanity, and interest. But even our commercial policy should hold an equal and impartial hand, neither seeking nor granting exclusive favors or preferences; consulting the natural course of things; diffusing and diversifying by gentle means the streams of commerce, but forcing nothing...
Page 24 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 78 - 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.