National LyricsTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 104 pages |
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... once more , Ximena ! " 6 Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountains , leaving blood and death be- hind ; Ah ! they plead in vain for mercy ; in the dust the wounded strive ; Hide your faces , holy angels ! Ó , thou ...
... once more , Ximena ! " 6 Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountains , leaving blood and death be- hind ; Ah ! they plead in vain for mercy ; in the dust the wounded strive ; Hide your faces , holy angels ! Ó , thou ...
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... once more , And lead in Freedom's van ! 8th mo . , 1856 . 69 THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 . T HE flags of war like storm - birds fly , The charging trumpets blow ; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky , No earthquake strives below . And , calm ...
... once more , And lead in Freedom's van ! 8th mo . , 1856 . 69 THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 . T HE flags of war like storm - birds fly , The charging trumpets blow ; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky , No earthquake strives below . And , calm ...
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... Once more the slow , dumb years Bring their avenging cycle round , And , more than Hellas taught of old , Our wiser lesson shall be told , Of slaves uprising , freedom - crowned , To break , not wield , the scourge wet with their blood ...
... Once more the slow , dumb years Bring their avenging cycle round , And , more than Hellas taught of old , Our wiser lesson shall be told , Of slaves uprising , freedom - crowned , To break , not wield , the scourge wet with their blood ...
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... once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore ! Revile him not , - - the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears , not scorn and wrath , Befit his fall ! O , dumb be passion's stormy rage , When he who might ...
... once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore ! Revile him not , - - the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears , not scorn and wrath , Befit his fall ! O , dumb be passion's stormy rage , When he who might ...
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... once more Whom God hath freed . " Dear Lord ! between that law and thee No choice remains ; Yet not untrue to man's decree , Though spurning its rewards , is he Who bears its pains . Not mine Sedition's trumpet - blast And threatening ...
... once more Whom God hath freed . " Dear Lord ! between that law and thee No choice remains ; Yet not untrue to man's decree , Though spurning its rewards , is he Who bears its pains . Not mine Sedition's trumpet - blast And threatening ...
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altars angels beneath blast blazing blessed blood blow bondman's brand brave breath brow calm chain curse dank and lone dark dead dumb earth evil eyes false earth Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Freedom Freedom's God's gone sold grave gray hand Hark hath haunted ground hear heard heart Heaven hills and waters holy honor human land LE MARAIS Liberty lips look Lord lords of Chios manhood Massachusetts mercy Mexitli Moloch moral lepers Mother mountain mountain band nebber night Northern Northern eagle o'er pain Pilgrim poor prayer rejoice rice-swamp dank rolls round scorn shadow shadow fall Shadows weaving shame slave slavery Slavery's sold and gone song soul stolen daughters stooped storm strife sunny valleys tears thee thou thrilling To-day toil tread truth turn unto vales valleys Virginia Virginia's hills voice wave wild winds words wrong Ximena
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Page 102 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 100 - Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 78 - Revile him not — the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall ! Oh ! dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark...
Page 77 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Page 19 - Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Page 93 - THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high ; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I . To-day, alike are great and small, The nameless and the known ; My palace is the people's hall, The ballot-box my throne...
Page 11 - What ! preach and kidnap men! Give thanks, — and rob Thy own afflicted poor ? Talk of Thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door ? What ! servants of Thy own Merciful Son, who came to seek and save The homeless and the outcast, — fettering down The tasked and plundered slave ! Pilate and Herod, friends ! Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine ! Just God and holy ! is that church, which lends Strength to the spoiler, Thine...
Page 63 - Whate'er the loss, Whate'er the* cross, Shall they complain Of present pain Who trust in God's hereafter ? For who that leans on His right arm Was ever yet forsaken ? What righteous cause can suffer harm If He its part has taken ? Though wild and loud And dark the cloud, Behind its folds His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow...
Page 103 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, 0 bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Page 58 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food. Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue.