Personal and Political BalladsFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 368 pages |
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... Fighting Joe.James Stevenson .. The Blowing up of the Merrimac ... Jubilate July Fourth , ― 321 322 " Woman out of Breath " 327 1862 ... .Anonymous ... 328 Three Hundred Thousand More ... .Anonymous .. 330 Song of the Hoosiers .. W. T. ...
... Fighting Joe.James Stevenson .. The Blowing up of the Merrimac ... Jubilate July Fourth , ― 321 322 " Woman out of Breath " 327 1862 ... .Anonymous ... 328 Three Hundred Thousand More ... .Anonymous .. 330 Song of the Hoosiers .. W. T. ...
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... fight , I'll knock you higher than ary kite . You must hev a lesson to stop your tricks , And cure you of shying them stones and sticks --- And I'll hev my hardware back and my cash , And knock your scow into tarnal smash , And if ever ...
... fight , I'll knock you higher than ary kite . You must hev a lesson to stop your tricks , And cure you of shying them stones and sticks --- And I'll hev my hardware back and my cash , And knock your scow into tarnal smash , And if ever ...
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... Light - Horse Harry Lee ! " Ah ! how we loved our noble chief , A hero grand was he ; No craven thought e'er filled the heart Of noble Harry Lee . And where the fight was thickest , boy , We'd THE SWORD OF HARRY LEE . 15.
... Light - Horse Harry Lee ! " Ah ! how we loved our noble chief , A hero grand was he ; No craven thought e'er filled the heart Of noble Harry Lee . And where the fight was thickest , boy , We'd THE SWORD OF HARRY LEE . 15.
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Frank Moore. And where the fight was thickest , boy , We'd see his bright sword flash ; And the heavens would ring ... fight was o'er , The Major for me sent , And I was led by Captain Carnes , That night into his tent . He grasped my ...
Frank Moore. And where the fight was thickest , boy , We'd see his bright sword flash ; And the heavens would ring ... fight was o'er , The Major for me sent , And I was led by Captain Carnes , That night into his tent . He grasped my ...
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... fight . " And when the soft , sweet Southern breeze , From tropic regions far , Came laden with the clang of arms , And thrilling notes of war , I took the old sword from its place , With tears of honest pride , And buckled it all ...
... fight . " And when the soft , sweet Southern breeze , From tropic regions far , Came laden with the clang of arms , And thrilling notes of war , I took the old sword from its place , With tears of honest pride , And buckled it all ...
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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,