Selections for Memorizing: Seventh and eighth years ...Silver, Burdett and Company, 1911 |
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American poet Barbara Frietchie battle beneath best known poem blossoms Bob-o'-link born Brave Adm'r'l bright blue weather brimming river British brown Captain chee Collateral Reading Concord Hymn connection with Sixth dark dead deed designated for Collateral died educated EDWIN MARKHAM Emerson eyes fairy fear flow To join flowers glory Gray heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill history poems Joaquin Miller JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER join the brimming judgment day light literature lulla lullaby marching mercy Mifflin Company night October's bright blue permission of Houghton place like home rain Reading in connection Ride Robert of Lincoln sail Selections for Memorizing Sheridan shore Sixth Year History snow song spank Spink Star-Spangled Banner stars steed sweet home thee there's no place THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou to-day tread Tree Waiting the judgment WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind
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Seite 29 - 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 ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 60 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Seite 17 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 50 - Peace, peace ! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take ; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death ! Patrick Henry...
Seite 60 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Seite 44 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Seite 62 - Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind ; the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten ; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down ; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced ; the old flag met his sight " Halt ! "...
Seite 57 - 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.
Seite 38 - UP from the south at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Seite 57 - While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day at least, that curtain may not rise!