National LyricsTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 104 páginas |
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... Wild are the waves which lash the reefs along St. George's bank Cold on the shore of Labrador the fog lies white and dank ; Through storm and wave , and blinding mist , stout are the hearts which man The fishing - smacks of Marblehead ...
... Wild are the waves which lash the reefs along St. George's bank Cold on the shore of Labrador the fog lies white and dank ; Through storm and wave , and blinding mist , stout are the hearts which man The fishing - smacks of Marblehead ...
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... wild de- spair ; Cling closer to the " cleaving curse " that writes upon your plains The blasting of Almighty wrath against a land of chains . MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA . Still shame your gallant ancestry , 24 NATIONAL LYRICS.
... wild de- spair ; Cling closer to the " cleaving curse " that writes upon your plains The blasting of Almighty wrath against a land of chains . MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA . Still shame your gallant ancestry , 24 NATIONAL LYRICS.
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... Wild horn - blow of the mountaineer , While Britain grounded on that plain The arms she might not lift again , As abject as in that old day The slave still toils his life away . O , fields still green and fresh in story , Old days of ...
... Wild horn - blow of the mountaineer , While Britain grounded on that plain The arms she might not lift again , As abject as in that old day The slave still toils his life away . O , fields still green and fresh in story , Old days of ...
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... wild , green mountains - From valleys where her slumbering fathers lie – From her blue rivers and her welling fountains , From her rough coast , and Gnaws with his surges And clear , cold sky- isles , which hungry Ocean from the ...
... wild , green mountains - From valleys where her slumbering fathers lie – From her blue rivers and her welling fountains , From her rough coast , and Gnaws with his surges And clear , cold sky- isles , which hungry Ocean from the ...
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... wild and free , Flowing down from Neuva Leon to California's sea ; And from the mountains of the East , to Santa Rosa's shore , The eagles of Mexitli shall beat the air no more . O Vale of Rio Bravo ! Let thy simple children weep ...
... wild and free , Flowing down from Neuva Leon to California's sea ; And from the mountains of the East , to Santa Rosa's shore , The eagles of Mexitli shall beat the air no more . O Vale of Rio Bravo ! Let thy simple children weep ...
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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.