In War Time, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 152 pages |
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... hand into fratricidal fight , Or , on the other , yield eternal right , Frame lies of law , and good and ill confound ? What fear we ? Safe on freedom's vantage ground Our feet are planted : let us there remain In. A WORD FOR THE HOUR ...
... hand into fratricidal fight , Or , on the other , yield eternal right , Frame lies of law , and good and ill confound ? What fear we ? Safe on freedom's vantage ground Our feet are planted : let us there remain In. A WORD FOR THE HOUR ...
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... hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil . The hand - breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping ; The poison plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. " EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT . " ASTREA AT THE ...
... hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil . The hand - breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping ; The poison plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. " EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT . " ASTREA AT THE ...
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... hand upholds The calm sky of to - morrow ! Above the maddening cry for blood , Above the wild war - drumming , Let Freedom's voice be heard , with good The evil overcoming . Give prayer and purse To stay the Curse Whose wrong we share ...
... hand upholds The calm sky of to - morrow ! Above the maddening cry for blood , Above the wild war - drumming , Let Freedom's voice be heard , with good The evil overcoming . Give prayer and purse To stay the Curse Whose wrong we share ...
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... hands for battle - gauntlets fit . " How long ! " - I knew the voice of Peace , - " Is there no respite ? - no release ? When shall the hopeless quarrel cease ? " O Lord , how long ! - One human soul Is more than any parchment scroll ...
... hands for battle - gauntlets fit . " How long ! " - I knew the voice of Peace , - " Is there no respite ? - no release ? When shall the hopeless quarrel cease ? " O Lord , how long ! - One human soul Is more than any parchment scroll ...
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... hands that ache With " walloping the nigger ! " * O Englishmen ! -in hope and creed , In blood and tongue our brothers ! We too are heirs of Runnymede ; And Shakespeare's fame and Cromwell's deed Are not alone our mother's . " Thicker ...
... hands that ache With " walloping the nigger ! " * O Englishmen ! -in hope and creed , In blood and tongue our brothers ! We too are heirs of Runnymede ; And Shakespeare's fame and Cromwell's deed Are not alone our mother's . " Thicker ...
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Page 61 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 59 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 57 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
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Page 17 - Whate'er the loss, Whate'er the cross, Shall they complain Of present pain Who trust in God's hereafter? For who that leans on His right arm Was ever yet forsaken? What righteous cause can suffer harm If He its part has taken ? Though wild and loud, And dark the cloud, Behind its folds His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow!
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Page 51 - THE tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea ; The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee. At last our grating keels outslide, Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the land-locked tide, Our negroes row and sing. For dear the bondman holds his gifts Of music and of song : The gold that kindly Nature sifts Among his sands of wrong...
Page 11 - If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And, blest by Thee, our present pain, Be Liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done ! Strike, Thou the Master, we Thy keys, The anthem of the destinies ! The minor of Thy loftier strain, Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain, Thy will be done 1 A WORD FOR THE HOUR, THE firmament breaks up.
Page 146 - All hearts grew warmer in the presence Of one who, seeking not his own, Gave freely for the love of giving, Nor reaped for self the harvest sown. Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude Of generous deeds and kindly words ; In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers, Open to sunrise and the birds...
Page 15 - The pangs of transformation ; Not painlessly doth God recast And mould anew the nation. Hot burns the fire Where wrongs expire ; Nor spares the hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil. The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. East, West, South, North, It curses the earth ; All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow.