Personal and Political BalladsFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 368 pages |
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... Fields .. The Meeting on the Border .. Anonymous ..... The Lotus Planter ... The Crisis ... A Fable for some Profess- ing Unionists ..... The Universal Cotton - Gin .. Anonymous ... The British Lion and Se- cession Ass ... .Anonymous ...
... Fields .. The Meeting on the Border .. Anonymous ..... The Lotus Planter ... The Crisis ... A Fable for some Profess- ing Unionists ..... The Universal Cotton - Gin .. Anonymous ... The British Lion and Se- cession Ass ... .Anonymous ...
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... FIELDS , JAMES T . , ..... 176 FULKERSON , A. , Jr . , .. 45 GALLAGHER , W. D. , ..................... . 367 HOLMES , OLIVER WENDELL , .. 103 HOSMER , W. H. C . , .... 241 JONES , A. , U.S.A. , 244 LEDYARD , CAtherine ,. LEVERETT ...
... FIELDS , JAMES T . , ..... 176 FULKERSON , A. , Jr . , .. 45 GALLAGHER , W. D. , ..................... . 367 HOLMES , OLIVER WENDELL , .. 103 HOSMER , W. H. C . , .... 241 JONES , A. , U.S.A. , 244 LEDYARD , CAtherine ,. LEVERETT ...
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... field , The base - born , hireling crew . “ Our chieftain , at the legion's head , Rode on exultingly , When a red - coat vile his musket raised To murder Harry Lee ; I dashed before the hero bold , Right in the deadly strife , And ...
... field , The base - born , hireling crew . “ Our chieftain , at the legion's head , Rode on exultingly , When a red - coat vile his musket raised To murder Harry Lee ; I dashed before the hero bold , Right in the deadly strife , And ...
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... field , For his father's heart within him beats , And never will he yield . Stand by your Gen'ral to the last , Obey his every word , And yield your life before you dare To yield his father's sword . " Now go , and do your duty , boy ...
... field , For his father's heart within him beats , And never will he yield . Stand by your Gen'ral to the last , Obey his every word , And yield your life before you dare To yield his father's sword . " Now go , and do your duty , boy ...
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... field ; for not Canadian laurels ' twas thy youthful lot To reap victorious , nor thy wreaths of gold Inwove with Aztec palm , will e'er be rolled With such sonorous hymn from trumpets hot With fame's fresh breathing , as thy present ...
... field ; for not Canadian laurels ' twas thy youthful lot To reap victorious , nor thy wreaths of gold Inwove with Aztec palm , will e'er be rolled With such sonorous hymn from trumpets hot With fame's fresh breathing , as thy present ...
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN arms band banner battle Beauregard Belle Missouri BEN BUTLER beneath Bill Russell bless blood blow boys brave Bull Run Cotton cried curse dare dark dear dread dream Esquire eyes fear fell fight fillibustero fire flag Fort Sumter Freedom gallant glory guns hand Hark Harry Lee Hats hear heard heart heaven hempen cravat hero hill Isham Jefferson Jefferson D John Bull King King Cotton land Lero Lilliburlero Lincoln loyal Manassas Maryland Mason McClellan mighty MUDSILLS nation never night niversal nigger-cotton-gin noble Number o'er patriot pride rebel says old Uncle shame shore shout Slidell soldier soul Southern stand Stars and Stripes stood storm strike Sumter sword tardy George tears tell thee thing thou thunder to-day traitors treason Twas Uncle Abe Union voice wait wave Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Dandy Zouave
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Page 24 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 331 - We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more ! If you look across the hill-tops that meet the northern sky, Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry ; And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside, And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride, And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour : We are coming, Father Abraham...
Page 182 - This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin ; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin; Even now from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy crown, We call the dews of blessing or the bolts of cursing down...
Page 103 - EIGHTY years have passed, and more, Since under the brave old tree Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore They would follow the sign their banners bore, And fight till the land was free.
Page 122 - In vain the bells of war shall ring Of triumphs and revenges, While still is spared the evil thing That severs and estranges. But blest the ear That yet shall hear The jubilant bell That rings the knell Of Slavery forever...
Page 330 - THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore; We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before: We are coming*, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more...
Page 88 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 252 - s like the rest," sez he : " When all is done, it 's number one Thet 's nearest to JB, Ez wal ez you an...
Page 251 - Would it jest meet your views, John, To wait an' sue their heirs ? Ole Uncle S. sez he,
Page 3 - There sot an old cove in the dark .and damp, And at everybody as passed that road A stick or a stone this old cove throwed. And venever he flung his stick or his stone, He'd set up a song of