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Songs, Odes, & Other Poems, on National Subjects: Comp. from ..., Volume 2
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America arms band banner battle blood bold bosom boys brave breast breath bright Britain British Briton cause chief Columbia's comes command country's dare dark dead dear death deeds deep dread earth fair fall fame fate fear fell field fight fire flame force Freedom friends gallant give glorious glory grave hand Hark head hear heart Heaven heroes hills honour hope host king land laurel liberty light lives loud meet morn never night North o'er patriot peace plain pride proud rage raise rest rise round shore skies slaves soldier song sons soon soul sound spirit spread stand stars storm sword tears tell thee thou thought thunder troops true valour victory warrior Washington wave wild wounded Yankees yield youth
Page 52 - STAND ! The ground's your own, my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ? Hear it in that battle peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it — ye who will.
Page 305 - Lord of the boundless realm of air! In thy imperial name, The hearts of the bold and ardent dare, The dangerous path, of fame Beneath the shade of thy golden wings, The Roman legions bore, From the river of Egypt's cloudy springs, Their pride, to the polar shore.
Page 310 - When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Page 296 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Page 325 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!
Page 309 - Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 287 - The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,' And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear, Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.
Page 310 - And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea...
Page 296 - A strange and sudden fear ; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's...