Personal and Political BalladsFrank Moore G.P. Putnam, 1864 - 368 pages |
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... Response .... .Anonymous 332 335 337 The Proclamation .... ..Anonymous .. 340 The President's Proclama- tion .... Edna Dean Proctor ..... 341 PAGE A Thanksgiving Railroad Ballad ... " Waits and Watches CONTENTS . xi.
... Response .... .Anonymous 332 335 337 The Proclamation .... ..Anonymous .. 340 The President's Proclama- tion .... Edna Dean Proctor ..... 341 PAGE A Thanksgiving Railroad Ballad ... " Waits and Watches CONTENTS . xi.
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Frank Moore. PAGE A Thanksgiving Railroad Ballad ... " Waits and Watches over the Border . Peace ..... " E Pluribus Unum " .... 344 .J . B. Quinby . 347 .Anonymous . 351 Call ' em Names , Jeff . Belmont .. 352 George W. Birdseye .. 354 ...
Frank Moore. PAGE A Thanksgiving Railroad Ballad ... " Waits and Watches over the Border . Peace ..... " E Pluribus Unum " .... 344 .J . B. Quinby . 347 .Anonymous . 351 Call ' em Names , Jeff . Belmont .. 352 George W. Birdseye .. 354 ...
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... waited for the coming of the foe , With noble Major Anderson , just fifty years ago . Were they French or English , ask you ? Oh ! neither , neither , child ! We were at peace with other lands , and all the nations smiled On the Stars ...
... waited for the coming of the foe , With noble Major Anderson , just fifty years ago . Were they French or English , ask you ? Oh ! neither , neither , child ! We were at peace with other lands , and all the nations smiled On the Stars ...
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... wait - by rail - by rail ! " He woke to list , ' midst sobs and tears , A tale of horror and of fears- And death to be his lot— For lurking near the morning train , Plug Uglies wait in might and main , With dirk and pistol - shot ...
... wait - by rail - by rail ! " He woke to list , ' midst sobs and tears , A tale of horror and of fears- And death to be his lot— For lurking near the morning train , Plug Uglies wait in might and main , With dirk and pistol - shot ...
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... waiting lies ; Fly ' neath this all - concealing guise , To Scott and Washington ! " They begged like men inspired by dread , They told their tale of murder grim- They conquered - and old Abr'ham fled , Trembling in every limb . His ...
... waiting lies ; Fly ' neath this all - concealing guise , To Scott and Washington ! " They begged like men inspired by dread , They told their tale of murder grim- They conquered - and old Abr'ham fled , Trembling in every limb . His ...
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Abraham ABRAHAM LINCOLN arms band banner battle Beauregard Belle Missouri BEN BUTLER beneath BILLIE RUSSELLE bless blood blow boys brave Bull Run burn cried curs begotten dare dark dear dread dream eyes fear fight fillibustero fire flag Fort Sumter Freedom gallant glory guns hand Hark Harry Lee Hats hear heart heaven hempen cravat heroes Hurrah Jeff Jefferson Jefferson D John Bull King Cotton land Lero Lilliburlero LINCOLN loyal Major Anderson Manassas Maryland McClellan mighty MUDSILLS nation never night niversal nigger-cotton-gin noble Number o'er patriot prayer pride rebel says old Uncle Scott shame shore shout slaves of curs Slidell soul Southern stand Stars and Stripes stood strike Sumter sword tears tell thee thing thou thousand thunder to-day traitors treason Twas Uncle Abe Union voice wait wave Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Dandy Ye slaves 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 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,