The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 pages |
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... gallant hearts its battlements did crowd As ever beat beneath a vest of steel , When herald's trump on knighthood's haughtiest day Called forth chivalric host to battle fray : For here amid these woods did He keep court , Before whose ...
... gallant hearts its battlements did crowd As ever beat beneath a vest of steel , When herald's trump on knighthood's haughtiest day Called forth chivalric host to battle fray : For here amid these woods did He keep court , Before whose ...
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... or conquer , side by side . Behind the footsteps of their foe , They rush'd , a gallant throng , Burning with haste , to strike a blow For each remembered wrong ; 19 Here on this field of Minisink , Fainting they sought.
... or conquer , side by side . Behind the footsteps of their foe , They rush'd , a gallant throng , Burning with haste , to strike a blow For each remembered wrong ; 19 Here on this field of Minisink , Fainting they sought.
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... gallant band And seized their weapons by , Fought eye to eye , and hand to hand , Alas ! ' twas but to die ; In vain the rifle's skilful flash Scorch'd eagle plume and wampum sash ; The hatchet hiss'd on high , And down they fell in ...
... gallant band And seized their weapons by , Fought eye to eye , and hand to hand , Alas ! ' twas but to die ; In vain the rifle's skilful flash Scorch'd eagle plume and wampum sash ; The hatchet hiss'd on high , And down they fell in ...
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... BY J. G. BROOKS . LAND of the brave ! where lie inurned The shrouded forms of mortal clay , In whom the fire of valour burned , And blazed upon the battle's fray : 55 Land , where the gallant Spartan few Bled at Thermopyla.
... BY J. G. BROOKS . LAND of the brave ! where lie inurned The shrouded forms of mortal clay , In whom the fire of valour burned , And blazed upon the battle's fray : 55 Land , where the gallant Spartan few Bled at Thermopyla.
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Charles Fenno Hoffman. Land , where the gallant Spartan few Bled at Thermopyla of yore , When death his purple garment threw On Helle's consecrated shore ! Land of the Muse ! within thy bowers Her soul entrancing echoes rung , While on ...
Charles Fenno Hoffman. Land , where the gallant Spartan few Bled at Thermopyla of yore , When death his purple garment threw On Helle's consecrated shore ! Land of the Muse ! within thy bowers Her soul entrancing echoes rung , While on ...
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Ajalon azure skies beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow C. F. HOFFMAN CALLICOON charm cheek clouds coursers dark death deep dost dream dreaming lip e'en earth echo EDWARD SANFORD fade fair flowers forest gallant gaze Gibeon glance gleam gloom glory glow green hath heart heaven hills hope hour hues JOHN INMAN land life's light loitering flight lone lyre melody MISS ELIZABETH morning mountain ne'er night numbers o'er pale pale night pride pure rest roll rose round rove scene shade shore sigh skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring star steal stream sweet tears tempest thee Theodorus Bailey thine thou thought throng tide tree VISIT FROM ST voice waves ween weep WHIP-POOR-WILL wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings wood youth
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Page 120 - fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valour given ; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Page 219 - And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, " Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Page 219 - droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round
Page 120 - For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Page 219 - like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a
Page 3 - His echoing axe the settler swung Amid the sea-like solitude, And rushing, thundering, down were flung The Titans of the wood ; Loud shriek'd the eagle as he dash'd From out his mossy nest, which crash'd With its supporting bough, And the first sunlight, leaping, flash'd
Page 119 - Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high, When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimm'd the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn; And as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance. And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Page 56 - Her banner float above thy waves Where proudly it hath swept before ? Hath not remembrance then a charm To break the fetters and the chain, To bid thy children nerve the arm, And strike for freedom once again 1 No ! coward souls ! the light which shone On Leuctra's war-empurpled day, The light which
Page 4 - tinkling bell, All made a landscape strange, Which was the living chronicle Of deeds that wrought the change. The violet sprung at Spring's first tinge, The rose of Summer spread its glow, The maize hung out its Autumn fringe, Rude Winter brought his snow;
Page 121 - The glad earth smiled to see the day, The first-born day came blushing in ; The young day smiled to shed its ray Upon a world untouched by sin. " Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, The God who first the day-beam pour'd, Whispered again his fiat forth, And shed