Personal and Political Ballads

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Frank Moore
G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 368 pages

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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 120 - It curses the earth; All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow. What gives the wheat-field blades of steel? What points the rebel cannon? What sets the roaring rabble's heel On the old star-spangled pennon? What breaks the oath Of the men o
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 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 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 332 - Freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside, Or from foul treason's savage grasp to wrench the murderous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade. Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before: We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
Page 4 - I've got your tin, And lots of other traps snugly in : Let me alone — I am rigging a boat To grab votever you've got afloat ; In a veek or so I expects to come, And turn you out of your ouse and ome ; I'ma quiet old cove," says he, -with a groan ; "All I axes, is Let me alone.
Page 106 - And here's the hand I gave you then, and let it tell you so; But you have done your share, my friend ; you're crippled, old and gray, And we have need of younger arms and fresher blood to-day.
Page 108 - General," — still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, "I'm young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I, — So give the young ones place to fight, but me a place to die! "If they should fire on Pickens, let the Colonel in command Put me upon the rampart, with the flag-staff in my hand: No odds how hot the cannon-smoke, or how the shell may fly; I'll hold the Stars and Stripes aloft, and hold them till I die!
Page 250 - JONATHAN TO JOHN IT don't seem hardly right, John, When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John, — Your cousin, tu, John Bull ! Ole Uncle S. sez he,

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