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
George Cary Eggleston
G. P. Putnam's sons, 1889 - American poetry - 504 pages
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner BARBARA FRIETCHIE battle beneath blood blue bold United Bonnie Blue Flag brave Yankee boys breath Britons burn cannon Captain Centreville cheer conquer Constellation dark dead dear death deck deeds Dixie drum dub dub EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fame fear fell ffigbt fight fire flag flame fought four-and-forty rates fray freedom Furl gallant glory grave gray guns hail hand hear heart Heaven heroes Hurrah huzza John JOHN BROWN'S BODY John Burns known to yield land Lero light Lillibulero marching Maryland morn never night North America o'er PHILIP FRENEAU poem rebel river roll rose round Rub a dub sail Says old Uncle ship shore shot shout soldiers song soul Southern STAR-SPANGLED BANNER stars Stonewall STONEWALL JACKSON stood storm strike sword tears thee tide traitor tullalo valiant wave wounded yield—be known
Page 98 - 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 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 145 - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
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 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 140 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto — "In God is our trust...
Page 34 - On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade, — Bv the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall...
Page 100 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear ; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
Page 96 - 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.