Personal and Political BalladsFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 368 pages |
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... Never dreamed what we were doing , though ' twas almost light as day . We spiked the guns we left behind , and cut the flag - staff down- From its top should float no color if it might not hold our own— Then we sailed away for Sumter as ...
... Never dreamed what we were doing , though ' twas almost light as day . We spiked the guns we left behind , and cut the flag - staff down- From its top should float no color if it might not hold our own— Then we sailed away for Sumter as ...
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Frank Moore. I never can forget , my boys , how the next day , at noon , The drums beat and the bands played a stirring martial tune , And silently we gathered round the flag - staff strong and high , For ever pointing upward to God's ...
Frank Moore. I never can forget , my boys , how the next day , at noon , The drums beat and the bands played a stirring martial tune , And silently we gathered round the flag - staff strong and high , For ever pointing upward to God's ...
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... never was laid down in shame , I ne'er may see God grant One base , foul blot upon the blade Of dear old Harry Lee ! " Now , boy , I draw this sword again , Alas ! that it must be , That I must count as foes the sons Of those who fought ...
... never was laid down in shame , I ne'er may see God grant One base , foul blot upon the blade Of dear old Harry Lee ! " Now , boy , I draw this sword again , Alas ! that it must be , That I must count as foes the sons Of those who fought ...
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... 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 , You bear no craven's name , * General Robert E. Lee ...
... 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 , You bear no craven's name , * General Robert E. Lee ...
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... never useful to the State . Thanks to my forts , and guns , And arsenals , ( yours , once ! ) I can now speak my mind , As ancient Abe shall find ! Hats off ! hats off ! Ye slaves of curs begotten , Hats off to great King Cotton ...
... never useful to the State . Thanks to my forts , and guns , And arsenals , ( yours , once ! ) I can now speak my mind , As ancient Abe shall find ! Hats off ! hats off ! Ye slaves of curs begotten , Hats off to great King Cotton ...
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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