Our Country in Poem and Prose: Arranged for Collateral and Supplementary ReadingAmerican book Company, 1899 - 204 oldal |
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Our Country in Poem and Prose; Arranged for Collateral and Supplementary Reading Eleanor Alice Persons Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2012 |
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Acadia American arms army banner battle BATTLE OF TRENTON beneath Benedict Arnold Bennie Black Regiment blood Blossom blue bold born boys brave breath Bret Harte British brow bugle Bunker Hill Captain cheer Chevy Chase dark dead death devils are dying enemy eyes fame fate father fear fell fight fire flag forest fought fountain of youth freedom glorious glory grave Gray green Green Mountain Boys guns hand Hark heard heart heaven huzzah Indian JOHN BURGOYNE John Burns land Lexington liberty light live Longfellow look Manila Bay mighty morning mountain neath never night o'er passed patriot peace Phoebe Cary pine prayer rings rose sailed sailor ship shore shot shout soldier song squadron stand stars steed stood storm swept Talleyrand tell thee thou thunder told tread voice warrior Washington wave West Whittier wild wind
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180. oldal - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead.
138. oldal - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
135. oldal - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave: Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
72. oldal - 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.
170. oldal - Temple of Fame; There with the glorious general's name, Be it said, in letters both bold and bright, " Here is the steed that saved the day, By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away !
37. oldal - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
134. oldal - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
134. oldal - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
53. oldal - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
168. oldal - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.