 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.  National Lyrics - Page 100by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 104 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Cabot Lodge - 1880 - 408 pages
...peach tree fruited deep, — Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain-wall, • Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me, may li mountain wall, Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with... | |
 | Ezra Pound, Marcella Spann - 1964 - 388 pages
...and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain-wall, — Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning... | |
 | Robert Penn Warren - 1971 - 222 pages
...and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched...their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore... | |
 | Herbert Cahoon, Thomas V. Lange, Charles Ryskamp - 1977 - 264 pages
...of the Lord / To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, / Over the mountains winding down, / Horse & foot, into Frederick town. / Forty flags with their silver stars / Forty flags with the crimson bars, / Flapped in the morning wind: the sun / Of noon looked down, & saw not one. / Up... | |
 | Thomas John Chew Williams, Folger McKinsey - 1967 - 1870 pages
...that pleasant morn of early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, — Over tin» mountain?, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver star?. Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in tltt morning wind; the sun Of noon looted down... | |
 | Donald Hall - 1985 - 266 pages
...and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched...their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore... | |
 | Michael Kent Curtis - 1993 - 704 pages
...and peach-tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, — Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags... | |
 | Richard Marius - 1994 - 592 pages
...and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished Rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain-wall; With Stonewall Jackson safely dead, even a poet like WhUtier, who had demonized the Confederacy, could... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 pages
...and peach trees fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde. On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched...their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore... | |
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