Songs and Ballads of the Southern People. 1861-1865

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Frank Moore
D. Appleton, 1886 - 324 頁

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第 67 頁 - Maryland! my Maryland! Dear mother! burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain — "Sic Semper," 'tis the proud refrain That baffles minions back amain, Maryland! Arise in majesty again, Maryland! my Maryland! I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland!
第 309 頁 - tis tattered; Broken is its staff and shattered; And the valiant hosts are scattered Over whom it floated high. Oh! 'tis hard for us to fold it; Hard to think there's none to hold it; Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh.
第 310 頁 - Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
第 68 頁 - Chesapeake, Maryland, My Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland, My Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland!
第 243 頁 - mid the lightning of the stormy fight, Not in the rush upon the vandal foe, Did kingly Death, with his resistless might, Lay the great leader low. His warrior soul its earthly shackles broke In the full sunshine of a peaceful town ; When all the storm was hushed, the trusty oak That propped our cause went down. Though his alone the blood that flecks the ground, Recording all his grand, heroic deeds, Freedom herself is writhing with the wound, And all the country bleeds. He entered not the Nation's...
第 191 頁 - He's in the saddle now. Fall in! Steady! the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off — we'll win His way out, ball and blade! What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? "Quick -step! we're with him before dawn!" That's "Stonewall Jackson's way.
第 5 頁 - HATH not the morning dawned with added light ? And shall not evening call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in Heaven ? At last, we are A nation among nations ; and the world Shall soon behold in many a distant port Another flag unfurled ! Now, come what may, whose favor need we court...
第 65 頁 - Hark to thy wandering son's appeal, Maryland ! My mother State ! to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland ! My Maryland...
第 192 頁 - Ah, maiden! wait, and watch, and yearn, For news of Stonewall's band! Ah, widow! read — with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand! Ah! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on: Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born, That gets in Stonewall's way.
第 287 頁 - The knightliest of the knightly race, That, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold; The kindliest of the kindly band, That, rarely hating ease, Yet rode with Spotswood round the land, And Raleigh round the seas.

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