Personal and political ballads, arranged and ed. by F. MooreFrank Moore 1864 |
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Personal and political ballads, arranged and ed. by F. Moore, Volumen64 Frank Moore Vista completa - 1864 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abraham ABRAHAM LINCOLN arms band banner battle Beauregard Belle Missouri BEN BUTLER beneath bless blood blow boys brave Bull Run burn cotton cried curse dare dark dear dread Esquire eyes fear fell fight fillibustero fire flag flame Fort Sumter Freedom reigns to-day gallant glory guns hand Hark Harry Lee hear heart heaven hempen cravat heroes hill Hurrah Jeff Jefferson Jefferson D John Bull King King Cotton land Lero Lilliburlero Lincoln loyal Manassas Maryland McClellan mighty MUDSILLS nation never niggers night niversal nigger-cotton-gin noble Number o'er patriot peace pride rebel rebellion's says old Uncle shell shore shot shout slaves Slidell soul Southern stand Stars and Stripes stood strike Sumter sword tears tell thee thing thou thousand thunder traitor treason Twas Uncle Abe Union voice wait wave Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Dandy Zouave
Pasajes populares
Página 213 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Página 24 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Página 182 - This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin ; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin; Even now from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy crown, We call the dews of blessing or the bolts of cursing down...
Página 103 - EIGHTY years have passed, and more, Since under the brave old tree Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore They would follow the sign their banners bore, And fight till the land was free.
Página 88 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 120 - North and South, Its victims both, Can ye not cry, " Let slavery die ! " And union find in freedom? What though the cast-out spirit tear The nation in his going? We who have shared the guilt must share The pang of his o'erthrowing...
Página 213 - Now's the day, and now's the hour : See the front of battle lower : See approach proud Edward's power — Chains and slavery.
Página 106 - And here's the hand I gave you then, and let it tell you so; But you have done your share, my friend ; you're crippled, old and gray, And we have need of younger arms and fresher blood to-day.
Página 107 - I've a good old gun, To get the range of traitors' hearts, and pick them, one by one; 'Your Minie rifles and such arms, it ain't worth while to try; I couldn't get the hang o' them, but I'll keep my powder dry!
Página 108 - General," — still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, "I'm young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I, — So give the young ones place to fight, but me a place to die! "If they should fire on Pickens, let the Colonel in command Put me upon the rampart, with the flag-staff in my hand: No odds how hot the cannon-smoke, or how the shell may fly; I'll hold the Stars and Stripes aloft, and hold them till I die!