Fighting for CubaA. Whitman, 1928 - 317 стор. |
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Adeane's Admiral Aileen American arms battle beautiful Beaver blue boat Bonito bush called Captain Adeane Cavite Cervera Charlie Chat Cheese cried Cuba Cubans dark dead dear death deck deed Desmond Dewey Dewey's Dickie Dons droll enemy eyes Father Mc Father McDowney fear fight fire fleet forest Gomez guns hacienda hand happy Havana head heard heart hero hills Hodson horse hour insurgents Irish island Jackie Jim Jackson Key West knew land laughed look Manila miles mind morning navy never night North Atlantic squadron officers once poor priest rifles rough riders round sail sailor Sampson Santiago Schley señor ship shore shot shout smiled smoke soldiers soon Spain Spaniards Spanish stood sure sword Teddy tell terrible told tree trenches trocha turned Weyler wild wonder woods wounded Yankee young
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Сторінка 165 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Сторінка 227 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Сторінка 111 - YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms! ye brave! Th" avenging sword unsheath ; March on!
Сторінка 5 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate.
Сторінка 73 - By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!
Сторінка 96 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Сторінка 170 - Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet, still, are you dearer than Albion's plain : England ! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has roved on the mountains afar; Oh ! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr!
Сторінка 24 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Сторінка 151 - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
Сторінка 81 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home.