National LyricsTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 104 páginas |
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... Freedom's hope forlorn , The private hate , the public scorn ; Yet held through all the paths we trod Our faith in man and trust in God . We prayed and hoped ; but still , with awe , The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing ...
... Freedom's hope forlorn , The private hate , the public scorn ; Yet held through all the paths we trod Our faith in man and trust in God . We prayed and hoped ; but still , with awe , The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing ...
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... Freedom's day ; We prayed for love to loose the chain ; ' T is shorn by battle's axe in twain ! Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours Has mined and heaved the hostile towers ; Not by our hands is turned the key That sets the sighing ...
... Freedom's day ; We prayed for love to loose the chain ; ' T is shorn by battle's axe in twain ! Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours Has mined and heaved the hostile towers ; Not by our hands is turned the key That sets the sighing ...
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... . JP.DAVIS SC STANZAS . UR fellow - countrymen in chains ! O Slaves in a land of light and law ! Slaves crouching on the very plains Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war ! A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood — A wail where.
... . JP.DAVIS SC STANZAS . UR fellow - countrymen in chains ! O Slaves in a land of light and law ! Slaves crouching on the very plains Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war ! A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood — A wail where.
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... Freedom's gift , in vain ? Oh , say , shall Prussia's banner be A refuge for the stricken slave ? And shall the Russian serf go free By Baikal's lake and Neva's wave ? And shall the wintry - bosomed Dane Relax the iron hand of pride ...
... Freedom's gift , in vain ? Oh , say , shall Prussia's banner be A refuge for the stricken slave ? And shall the Russian serf go free By Baikal's lake and Neva's wave ? And shall the wintry - bosomed Dane Relax the iron hand of pride ...
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... Freedom's manly part , From gray - beard eld to fiery youth , And on the nation's naked heart Scatter the living ... Freedom's gift , and Freedom's prayer , Shall call an answer down from Heaven ! CLERICAL OPPRESSORS . II J CLERICAL ...
... Freedom's manly part , From gray - beard eld to fiery youth , And on the nation's naked heart Scatter the living ... Freedom's gift , and Freedom's prayer , Shall call an answer down from Heaven ! CLERICAL OPPRESSORS . II J CLERICAL ...
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altars angels beneath blast blazing blessed blood blow bondman's brand brave breath brow calm chain curse dank and lone dark dead dumb earth evil eyes false earth Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Freedom Freedom's God's gone sold grave gray hand Hark hath haunted ground hear heard heart Heaven hills and waters holy honor human land LE MARAIS Liberty lips look Lord lords of Chios manhood Massachusetts mercy Mexitli Moloch moral lepers Mother mountain mountain band nebber night Northern Northern eagle o'er pain Pilgrim poor prayer rejoice rice-swamp dank rolls round scorn shadow shadow fall Shadows weaving shame slave slavery Slavery's sold and gone song soul stolen daughters stooped storm strife sunny valleys tears thee thou thrilling To-day toil tread truth turn unto vales valleys Virginia Virginia's hills voice wave wild winds words wrong Ximena
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Página 102 - 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 on !
Página 100 - 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.
Página 78 - Revile him not — the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall ! Oh ! dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark...
Página 77 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Página 19 - Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Página 93 - THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high ; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I . To-day, alike are great and small, The nameless and the known ; My palace is the people's hall, The ballot-box my throne...
Página 11 - What ! preach and kidnap men! Give thanks, — and rob Thy own afflicted poor ? Talk of Thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door ? What ! servants of Thy own Merciful Son, who came to seek and save The homeless and the outcast, — fettering down The tasked and plundered slave ! Pilate and Herod, friends ! Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine ! Just God and holy ! is that church, which lends Strength to the spoiler, Thine...
Página 63 - Whate'er the loss, Whate'er the* cross, Shall they complain Of present pain Who trust in God's hereafter ? For who that leans on His right arm Was ever yet forsaken ? What righteous cause can suffer harm If He its part has taken ? Though wild and loud And dark the cloud, Behind its folds His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow...
Página 103 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, 0 bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Página 58 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food. Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue.