Poems of Heroism in American Life

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John Raymond Howard
Thomas Y. Crowell Company, 1922 - 353 strani
 

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Stran 69 - And fixed as yonder orb divine, That saw thy bannered blaze unfurled, Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine, The guard and glory of the world. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? Joseph Rodman Drake. A SONG
Stran 110 - made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Francis Scott Key. ON THE
Stran 133 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the the right. And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and
Stran 173 - anthem.] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Stran 15 - heard, and the sea; And the sounding isles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free! The ocean-eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared: This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band; Why
Stran 19 - Not such as Europe breeds in her decay: Such as she bred when fresh and young, The first four acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day; Westward the course of empire takes its way: Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Stran 315 - Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields. John McCrae.
Stran 15 - of the free! The ocean-eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared: This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band; Why have they come to wither
Stran 173 - fiery gospel, writ in rows of burnished steel; "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel," Since God is marching on. , i
Stran 135 - new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our

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