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Sida 51
... honours of the day- The victory we obtained for North America . Surely we were your betters , hard by the Brandywine ; We laid him fast in fetters , whose name was John Burgoyne , We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay ...
... honours of the day- The victory we obtained for North America . Surely we were your betters , hard by the Brandywine ; We laid him fast in fetters , whose name was John Burgoyne , We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay ...
Sida 53
... honour'd hearse ; Lamented Mercer , late in battle slain , Be thine the offering of my artless verse . " Tis nature bids the manly tear to flow , In rich oblations o'er the closing urn ; Guiltless of art , unusual feelings glow , And ...
... honour'd hearse ; Lamented Mercer , late in battle slain , Be thine the offering of my artless verse . " Tis nature bids the manly tear to flow , In rich oblations o'er the closing urn ; Guiltless of art , unusual feelings glow , And ...
Sida 57
... honour be rewarded , And be the fate of all our foes The same as here recorded . 29 THE BATTLE OF MONMOUTH . BY R. H. ESQ . Tune - The Tempest . WHILST in peaceful quarters lying We indulge the glass till late , Far remote the thought ...
... honour be rewarded , And be the fate of all our foes The same as here recorded . 29 THE BATTLE OF MONMOUTH . BY R. H. ESQ . Tune - The Tempest . WHILST in peaceful quarters lying We indulge the glass till late , Far remote the thought ...
Sida 63
... For that the call of honour bids you go O'er frozen lakes and mountains wrapt in snow : After the battle of Culloden . See Smollett's History of England , 1745 . No toils should daunt the nervous and the bold , MILITARY SONGS . 63.
... For that the call of honour bids you go O'er frozen lakes and mountains wrapt in snow : After the battle of Culloden . See Smollett's History of England , 1745 . No toils should daunt the nervous and the bold , MILITARY SONGS . 63.
Sida 64
... honour'd and whom France admired ; Does fame no statues to his memory raise , Nor swells one column to record his praise ; Where her palmetto shades the adjacent deeps , Affection sighs , and Carolina weeps ! Thou who shalt stray where ...
... honour'd and whom France admired ; Does fame no statues to his memory raise , Nor swells one column to record his praise ; Where her palmetto shades the adjacent deeps , Affection sighs , and Carolina weeps ! Thou who shalt stray where ...
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Sida 52 - STAND ! the ground's your own, my braves ! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ! Hear it in that battle peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it — ye who will.
Sida 288 - Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave • Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save. Now all is calm, and fresh, and still; Alone the chirp of flitting bird, And talk of children on the hill, And bell of wandering kine, are heard.
Sida 289 - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Sida 327 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks.
Sida 312 - When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Sida 285 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Sida 313 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Sida 298 - 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. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Sida 311 - Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Sida 312 - When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun! to thee...