The Wagoner of the Alleghanies: A Poem of the Days of Seventy-sixJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1863 - 276 pages |
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... For some averred her form had been Afloat upon the river seen ; While some , with stouter words , replied , The maniac lady wandered wide Upon her native mountain - side . II . THE WILD WAGONER . IN days long gone 32 122 THE WAGONER OF.
... For some averred her form had been Afloat upon the river seen ; While some , with stouter words , replied , The maniac lady wandered wide Upon her native mountain - side . II . THE WILD WAGONER . IN days long gone 32 122 THE WAGONER OF.
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... replied again . The wagoner drew the host aside , And said , " The storm approaches near , And soon its bolts must be defied : For me its thunders bring no fear ; But for this tender fledgling here , ' Twere well if he a while might ...
... replied again . The wagoner drew the host aside , And said , " The storm approaches near , And soon its bolts must be defied : For me its thunders bring no fear ; But for this tender fledgling here , ' Twere well if he a while might ...
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... replied , " Leave that to me : There's many a one comes here to dine Would joy beside his chair to see So lithe an urchin serve his wine . " " Serve ! " - but between the wagoner's teeth The word was crushed to instant death : His brow ...
... replied , " Leave that to me : There's many a one comes here to dine Would joy beside his chair to see So lithe an urchin serve his wine . " " Serve ! " - but between the wagoner's teeth The word was crushed to instant death : His brow ...
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... replied , " when tune and words Are fitted well , and , suiting both , The spirit with the voice accords : But they come off the hungriest birds Who , so enamored of their strain , Sing while the others , in the grain , With voiceless ...
... replied , " when tune and words Are fitted well , and , suiting both , The spirit with the voice accords : But they come off the hungriest birds Who , so enamored of their strain , Sing while the others , in the grain , With voiceless ...
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... frowning , smiled , And said , " Perchance you are that child Far wandering from your mountains wild , And full of those obnoxious songs But fit for rebel ears and tongues ? " " Oh , no ! " the laughing youth replied THE ALLEGHANIES . 55.
... frowning , smiled , And said , " Perchance you are that child Far wandering from your mountains wild , And full of those obnoxious songs But fit for rebel ears and tongues ? " " Oh , no ! " the laughing youth replied THE ALLEGHANIES . 55.
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abatis ALLEGHANIES banner beneath Berkley Hall Berkley's beside blade blood blow Brandywine brave breast breath bright Bright eyes brooklet brow bugles sound burst of joy cheek child cloud cried dared dashed door dropt Edgar esquires Esther eyes face falchion fear feet fierce fire flame flashing flowers flung flying Freedom's gazed glance glow golden hair hand harp hear heard heart Heaven hostler knew land laugh light lips looked loud loyal toast loyalist maid maiden midnight mighty hand night noble o'er pain pale patriot Perchance prest pride proud rebel rill Ringbolt rose round scarcely scene scorn seemed shade sigh sight sing Sir Hugh smile song soul sped splendor stare startled steed stirred stood strange stream sudden sweet sword thrill troop Twas twere Valley Forge vision voice wagoner wagoner's wild wind wine wing wondering word young
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Page 266 - ... that, in the language of holy writ, there was a time for all things, a time to preach and a time to pray, but those times had passed away;" and in a voice that re-echoed through the church like a trumpet-blast, " that there was a time to fight, and that time had now come!
Page 87 - 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, Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle ! 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...
Page 86 - 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...
Page 89 - He spoke of wrongs too long endured, Of sacred rights to be secured; Then from his patriot tongue of flame The startling words for Freedom came. The stirring sentences he spake Compelled the heart to glow or quake, And, rising on his theme's broad...
Page 91 - God's temple is the house of peace! " The other shouted, " Nay, not so. When God is with our righteous cause; His holiest places then are ours, His temples are our forts and towers That frown upon the tyrant foe; In this, the dawn of Freedom's day, There is a time to fight and pray...
Page 90 - Rose, as it seemed, a shoulder higher; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir; When suddenly his mantle wide, His hands impatient flung aside, And, lo! he met their wondering eyes Complete in all a warrior's guise. * A moment there was awful pause— When Berkley cried, "Cease, traitor, cease! God's temple is the house of peace!
Page 91 - While overhead, with wild increase, Forgetting its ancient toll of peace, The great bell swung as ne'er before; It seemed as it would never cease; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was, "War! War! War!
Page 270 - ... by deeds of arms, according to the laws of ancient chivalry." At the third repetition of the challenge the...
Page 87 - Within its shade of elm and oak The church of Berkley Manor stood ; There Sunday found the rural folk, And some esteemed of gentle blood. In vain their feet -with loitering tread Passed mid the graves where rank is naught ; All could not read the lesson taught In that republic of the dead.
Page 88 - Where youth's gay hats with blossoms bloom; And every maid, with simple art, Wears on her breast, like her own heart, A bud whose depths are all perfume; While every garment's gentle stir Is breathing rose and lavender.