Spanish-American War Songs: A Complete Collection of Newspaper Verse During the Recent War with SpainSidney A. Witherbee S. A. Witherbee, 1898 - 984 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 69 találatból.
19. oldal
... dark and dumb , O ! proudly he marched in the ranks , With the bugle and beating drum . I sit with emptied hands ; I listen and gaze afar ; Life shrinks to a single thought , Our boy has gone to the war . I pray , as thousands pray ...
... dark and dumb , O ! proudly he marched in the ranks , With the bugle and beating drum . I sit with emptied hands ; I listen and gaze afar ; Life shrinks to a single thought , Our boy has gone to the war . I pray , as thousands pray ...
37. oldal
... dark ruth , To free for love of Liberty , With clarion sound proclaim the truth , That shackled nations shall be free . And Uncle Sam , with scarce a rest , To cool his guns pays Spain at sea A debt that dates with interest Back to ...
... dark ruth , To free for love of Liberty , With clarion sound proclaim the truth , That shackled nations shall be free . And Uncle Sam , with scarce a rest , To cool his guns pays Spain at sea A debt that dates with interest Back to ...
60. oldal
... dark bay Lies mangled bruised and torn Far from her fond embrace , while o'er His wave - swept tomb , the Spaniards ' taunt of scorn Is flung in reckless mockery Upon a nation's grief ! God of pity ! shall it then be told To coming ages ...
... dark bay Lies mangled bruised and torn Far from her fond embrace , while o'er His wave - swept tomb , the Spaniards ' taunt of scorn Is flung in reckless mockery Upon a nation's grief ! God of pity ! shall it then be told To coming ages ...
66. oldal
... dark foe . It may not be your son , it may not be mine ; But some mother's heart doth the soldier enshrine . And as they march by in warlike array , Her heart filled with sorrow , God keep you , she'll pray . For she knows that our ...
... dark foe . It may not be your son , it may not be mine ; But some mother's heart doth the soldier enshrine . And as they march by in warlike array , Her heart filled with sorrow , God keep you , she'll pray . For she knows that our ...
70. oldal
... dark , with gravest doubt beset , How loyally stood Albion our friend ? No , England ! while the powers halting stood Ye first reached out a warm hand o'er the sea , And dared uphold with quiet hardihood Our God - born stand for crushed ...
... dark , with gravest doubt beset , How loyally stood Albion our friend ? No , England ! while the powers halting stood Ye first reached out a warm hand o'er the sea , And dared uphold with quiet hardihood Our God - born stand for crushed ...
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Spanish-American War Songs: A Complete Collection of Newspaper Verse During ... Sidney A. Witherbee Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arms avenge banner battleship beneath blood blow boys in blue brave bugle cannon Cavite cheer Chorus Columbia cruel Cuba free Cuba Libre Cuba's Cuban dark dead dear death deeds Dewey Dewey's Dons drum eyes fair fame fight fire Fitzhugh Lee flag fleet float fought fray freedom gallant glorious go marching grave gray guns hail hand Havana hear heard heart heroes Hobson Hobson's choice honor Hurrah isle land liberty Manila bay mighty nation ne'er neath never night noble o'er Old Glory patriot peace pride proud Remember the Maine roar sailed sailors ships shore shout sing slain sleep soldiers song sons soul Spain Spaniards Spanish stand Star Spangled Banner starry Stars and Stripes sword tears thee There's thou true Twas tyrant Uncle Uncle Sam unfurled victory voice wave White and Blue Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Dandy
Népszerű szakaszok
447. oldal - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
369. oldal - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray.
147. oldal - Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by...
447. oldal - I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
447. oldal - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea. With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. While God is marching on.
162. 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.
162. oldal - 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. "Tis nothing : a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
370. oldal - Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms, the Blue ; Under the garlands, the Gray.
430. oldal - Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt? No! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free!
369. oldal - So when the summer calleth On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain...