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action Admiral Dewey advance American arms army arrived attack Baltimore batteries battle began boat boys called Captain carried Cavite close command Commodore continued crew destroyed Dewey's duty early enemy engagement entered feet field fight Filipinos fire five flag flagship fleet force forts forward four front gave George give guns hand head heavy honor hundred insurgents interest Islands killed land Lieutenant light lives Manila March miles minutes morning natives naval navy never night o'clock officers Olympia once opened passed Petrel Philippines position present Raleigh reached received regiment returned river road seen sent shell ships shore shot showed side signal soldiers soon Spaniards Spanish squadron struck surrender took town trenches troops turned United vessels victory wounded yards young
Stran 418 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Stran 377 - Hats off ! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky : Hats off ! The flag is passing by ! Blue and crimson and white it shines Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by.
Stran 391 - HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be ; When from heaven he descended...
Stran 401 - THE maid who binds her warrior's sash With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles, Though Heaven alone records the tear, And Fame, shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear As e'er bedewed the field of glory...
Stran 418 - The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground over-powered The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Stran 401 - The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's field of honor ! THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.
Stran 401 - Mid little ones who weep or wonder, And bravely speaks the cheering word, What though her heart be rent asunder, Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear The bolts of death around him rattle, Has shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle.
Stran 67 - What foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty's van? Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, Striving with men for the birthright of man.
Stran 443 - DEAR SIR : I have the pleasure to acknowledge the receipt of your letter...