Patriotic.-v.2. Naval.-v.3. MilitaryW. McCarthy, 1842 |
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... O'er their heads , in lofty mid - sky , Three bright angel - forms were seen ; This was Hampden , that was Sidney , With fair Liberty between . " Soon , " they cried , " your foes you'll banish , Soon the triumph shall be won ; Scarce ...
... O'er their heads , in lofty mid - sky , Three bright angel - forms were seen ; This was Hampden , that was Sidney , With fair Liberty between . " Soon , " they cried , " your foes you'll banish , Soon the triumph shall be won ; Scarce ...
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... O'er the thrones of the east , here an empire shall rise , Whose base shall be Freedom , and glory the prize , As firm as the chains of thy mountains to be , Or thy bounds which the shores of two oceans decree . " Here tyrants no longer ...
... O'er the thrones of the east , here an empire shall rise , Whose base shall be Freedom , and glory the prize , As firm as the chains of thy mountains to be , Or thy bounds which the shores of two oceans decree . " Here tyrants no longer ...
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... o'er my soul ! Ye chill my warm blood , as the sad scenes I trace : Though time shakes his sand , and the wide waters roll , Nor distance , nor seasons , those scenes shall efface ; Brave , brave were thy sons , unshaken by fear ; And ...
... o'er my soul ! Ye chill my warm blood , as the sad scenes I trace : Though time shakes his sand , and the wide waters roll , Nor distance , nor seasons , those scenes shall efface ; Brave , brave were thy sons , unshaken by fear ; And ...
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... o'er the western main , And bear the lingering vessels from the shore , The shore beloved ! beloved , alas ! in vain , Which these dim eyes , through tears , e'en yet explore . Dear to the patriot is his native land , Bound to each ...
... o'er the western main , And bear the lingering vessels from the shore , The shore beloved ! beloved , alas ! in vain , Which these dim eyes , through tears , e'en yet explore . Dear to the patriot is his native land , Bound to each ...
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... d region , Where Freedom's bright eagle o'ershadows her dome , To watch o'er her rights , and protect her religion- Hail , Temple of Liberty ! thou art my home . 20 THE GENIUS OF IRELAND . Tune- " General Wolfe 36 PATRIOTIC SONGS . 19 ...
... d region , Where Freedom's bright eagle o'ershadows her dome , To watch o'er her rights , and protect her religion- Hail , Temple of Liberty ! thou art my home . 20 THE GENIUS OF IRELAND . Tune- " General Wolfe 36 PATRIOTIC SONGS . 19 ...
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Сторінка 222 - 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?
Сторінка 222 - OH, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets...
Сторінка 186 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 222 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Сторінка 187 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Сторінка 51 - Behold the chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country, stands — The rock on which the storm will beat, The rock on which the storm will beat; But, armed in virtue firm and true, His hopes are fixed on heaven and you.
Сторінка 222 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Сторінка 116 - 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, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Сторінка 16 - The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired; Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along, And a voice as of angels, enchantingly sung: " Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies.
Сторінка 5 - Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all, And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call; No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim, Or stain with dishonor America's name. In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live; Our purses are ready, Steady, Friends, steady; Not as slaves, but as freemen our money we'll give. Our worthy forefathers — let's give them a cheer — To climates unknown did courageously steer; Thro...