 | Arthur F. Fleser - 1990 - 148 pages
...speeches. At the home of Daniel Webster on July 4, 1916, Coolidge closed with the following from Lowell: What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; 33 Ibid., p. 320. We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else and we will dare.34 Conspicuously... | |
 | Richard Marius - 1994 - 592 pages
...wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations...doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare! \ poem published after the war and recalling Lee's first great battle after he took command of the... | |
 | 1897 - 1168 pages
...shall we not say with Lowell : O ! beautiful, my country ! What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it ; Among the nations,...to save thee ; We reck not what we gave thee ; We do not dare to doubt thee — But ask whatever else — and we will dare ! [Applause.] Music "Red,... | |
 | 1899 - 1378 pages
...once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair. What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the nations...lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; Now. Madam President and Madam Chairman. I have a large number of the State Regents' report engrossed... | |
 | Steven Elliott Grosby - 2002 - 282 pages
...letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What more our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask... | |
 | J. D. McClatchy - 2005 - 240 pages
...wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations...doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare! HERMAN MELVILLE The Portent (1859) Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the... | |
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O Beautiful ! my Country ! ours once more ! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover... 
