 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...  National Lyrics - Page 102by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 104 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 422 pages
...that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...tread of marching feet; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
 | 1870 - 252 pages
...that woman's deed and word. " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on ! " he said. All day long, through Frederick street, Sounded...tread of marching feet: All day long that free flag tossed Over the heads of the rebel host; Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1870 - 382 pages
...woman's deed and word. " Who touches a hair of yon gray head, Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said. 8. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the...tread of marching feet ; All day long that free flag tossed Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1871 - 422 pages
...that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Bhone over it with a warm good night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1871 - 342 pages
...long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet ; All day long that free flag tossed Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds...sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. IX. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and... | |
 | Mary Stephens Robinson - 1871 - 228 pages
...that woman's deed and word. ' Who touches a hair of you grey head, Dies like a-dog : March on,' he said. All day long through Frederick Street, Sounded...tread of marching feet. All day long that free flag tossed, Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1871 - 506 pages
...street Sonnded the tread of marching feet : All dav long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rehel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And throngh thÃ' hill-gaps snnset light bhone over it with a warm good-night. Barhara Frietchie's work... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...that woman's deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he mate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tend ; POEMS OF PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM. 449 All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...on ! " he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet ; 448 449 f he G ou his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - 460 pages
...at Barbara's deed and word : "Who" touches a hair of yon gray head, Dies like a dogI March onl" he said. All day long through Frederick street, Sounded...tread of marching feet, All day long that free flag tossed Over the heads of the Robel host; Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
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