What heroes from the woodland spring ....... Page 291
What honours, Wolfe, should thy brave brows adorn?
What seek ye here, ye desperate band? .
What solemn sounds the ear invade...
What though no angel glanced aside the ball..
When a certain great king, whose initial is G.

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When Alcides, the son of Olympian Jove.
When autumn all humid and drear...

When brave Van Rensselaer cross'd the stream

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When Britain's proud legions invaded our shore
When British troops first landed here..
When Carolina's hope grew pale...

When darkness prevail'd and loud on the air....
When discord had rear'd her black standard on high
When first, by Heaven's inspiring skill.......
When first this clay the Forming-Hand.
When Freedom from her mountain height
When Freedom from her starry home
When Freedom midst the battle-storm
When heavenly subjects all sublime

When Liberty first raised her voice in our land.
When Lord Cornwallis cross'd the main......
When o'er Columbia's fields, in fearful hour...
When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim
When the Almighty's fiat gave..

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When the clarion war-blast blowing..

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When the dark shades of death, dim the warrior's eyes 244 When the dying flame of day...

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When these free states were colonies

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When the war-cry of Liberty rang through the land.. 350
When the warrior returns from the battle afar
Where stretch'd your sail, beneath what foreign sky..
Where the sack'd hamlet darts expiring gleams.....
Where the wild wave, from ocean proudly swelling.
While I relate my story, Americans give ear
While Jupiter sat on his throne in the skies.
While many a servile muse her succour lends..
Whilst in peaceful quarters lying

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Why come ye hither, stranger?...
With cherub smile the prattling boy.

With evil omens from the harbour sails

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Ye Congressmen and men of weight..
Ye gentlemen and ladies fair

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Ye kings, behold a brother fall!.

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Ye ladies who find the time hang on your hands..

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Ye muses! weep o'er Tilghman's sacred tomb..

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Ye powers, look down and pity my case...

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Ye sires of Freedom, patrons of the brave

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Yes, there they bled! the gallant few
Ye whom Washington has led.....
You know there goes a tale

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