Yankee Land and the YankeeCase, Tiffany and Burnham, 1840 - 33 pages |
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annal battle bellowed BERKELEY blast blood boast BOOK bound brave bright CALIFORNIA cannon caves ceaseless roar chariots clime cloud countless Czar dark deep domain ease east England's sons faint fair fairy fearful fearless fire firmer flash flies foam following poem fought gale give gleam glen glorious gore graves hand HARTFORD hath heroes hills hoof howling hurled invention IRON HORSE Isles land of stern Learn loud mast morning mountain murmur Neath neigh aloud night noble steed northern o'er ocean ocean's old name old-fashioned onward path peace pearl plain poem was written poet's poured power to save Prairie pride renown rolling rouse rushing sail shining ship skies speed starry stern habits stolen stormy sea stream strength strown sure tempest Temple of Fame throne thunder toil toss tread vales Vulcan waves West whale wheels wilds winds wreath YANKEE LAND ye have heard
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Page 15 - Yankee character, who described him as one — '' • who would kiss a queen till he raised a blister, With his arm round her neck, and his old felt hat on — Who'd address a king by the title of
Page 24 - And woe to him who shall rouse his wrath, By curbing him in, beyond the hour ! While other steeds must be champing hay, Must repose by night, and be fed by day, Let the Iron Horse have his level way, And he asks for no more than his fire and water. He wears no bridle, nor curbing-chain, He brooks no spur, and he needs no rein ; Only set him forth on the open plain, And he'll be the last horse to weary or loiter I All seasons and times he will fearless brave, Whether hot shines the sun, or th...
Page 23 - IRON HORSE. THERE were noble steeds in the days of old. They were fierce in battle, in danger bold : They clanked in armor, and shone in gold, And they bore their riders with lordly pride ; But the IRON HORSE, there were none like him ! He whirls you along till your eye is dim, Till your brain is crazed, and your senses swim, With the dizzy landscape on either side ! He springs away with a sudden bound, His hoof, unshodden, spurns the ground, His nostril dashes its foam around, Like the first faint...
Page 25 - His breath is hot as the siroc's blast, As it hisses forth through his iron teeth, And it rolls up slow, when he hurries past, Like the morning mist, in a snowy wreath. And you'd better stand in the van of war, Where the vollied death-shots fly free and far, And thousands fall, ere the fight is...
Page 30 - HORSE ! In vain the winds from their caves have broke, He drags the ship on her foaming course ; With convulsive heaving, he paws the wave, And the ship hath no need of mast or sail, For his alone is the power to save From the gathered rage of the sea and gale ! But not alone on the stormy sea, Not alone through the vales of the northern clime, Where he travels now so gloriously, Shall his destined path in the future be ; He shall cross the Alp and the Appenine, His voice shall be heard by the winding...
Page 31 - Neath the palm-trees' boughs, the banyan's shade, His iron pathway shall yet be laid. On our mountain ridges his chariots gleam, He follows the track of the winding stream ; He will carry us forth from our early homes, To the fairy scenes of the glowing west, Where the Father of Waters in grandeur roams, Through broad savannahs in verdure drest. Away ! away ! with his ceaseless roar, The valley and stream he will hasten o'er ; Away ! away...
Page 26 - To a gossipping party in old Massachusetts. They say, beside, to raise cabbage and beets In an hour, is but one of his many feats ; He will warm your room, and cook your dinner, And when it is ready, he will tell you so ; And to this, you must add, he's a mere beginner, Who learned his trade scarce a year...
Page 23 - He whirls you along till your eye is dim, fill your brain is crazed, and your senses swim, With the dizzy landscape on either side ! He springs away with a sudden bound, His hoof unshodden, spurns the ground, His nostril dashes its foam around, Like the first faint clouds of a thunder shower ; And a stated moment he ever hath, When he rushes forth on his iron path, And woe to him who shall rouse his wrath, By curbing him in, beyond the hour ! While other steeds must be champing hay, Must repose by...
Page 33 - The prairie-horses shall toss the mane, Tear the ground with their hoofs and neigh aloud. When this stranger-steed, o'er their free domain, Comes rushing on like a flying cloud ; But he heeds them not as he onward speeds, With a tread as loud as a thousand steeds. A sound shall be heard through the mountain caves, A sound through the gloom of the pathless glen, Like the hollow murmur of breaking waves. Or the measured tramping of mail-clad men...
Page 32 - On our mountain ridges his chariots gleam, He follows the track of the winding stream ; He will carry us forth from our early homes, To the fairy scenes of the glowing West, Where the Father of Waters in grandeur roams, Through broad savannahs in verdure drest. Away ! away ! with his ceaseless roar, The valley and stream he will hasten o'er: Away ! away ! where the prairie lies, Like an emerald sea, 'neath the fair blue skies, With naught in view save the waving...