American War Ballads and Lyrics: A Collection of the Songs and Ballads of the Colonial Wars, the Revolution, the War of 1812-15, the War with Mexico, and the Civil War, Volume 1 (Google eBook)
George Cary Eggleston
G. P. Putnam's sons, 1889 - American poetry - 504 pages
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arms ballad band banner battle bell'wing thunders roar blood blue bold United Bonnie Blue Flag brave Yankee boys breath British Britons burn cannon Captain cheer Columbia's conquer Constellation dark dead death deck drum EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fame fear fell fight fire flag flame fought four-and-forty rates fray freedom gallant glory grave guns hail hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah huzza John JOHN BROWN'S BODY John Burns known to yield land Lero light Lillibulero marching Maryland morn ne'er be known never night North America o'er Old North Church parliament of England Paul Jones Paul Revere PHILIP FRENEAU poem proud rebel river roll rose round sail Says old Uncle ship shore shot shout soldier song Southern star-spangled banner stars stood storm sword tears thee tide tullalo valiant wave wounded yield or fly yield—be known
Page 93 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 8 - 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. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on.
Page 94 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 144 - 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...
Page 139 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 159 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Page 9 - 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.
Page 100 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.
Page 69 - ... heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
Page 160 - Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed ; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now.