The Americans at Home: Pen-and-ink Sketches of American Men, Manners, and Institutions, 2. köide

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Edmonston and Douglas, 1870
 

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Page 241 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 241 - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave: Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
Page 88 - tis heard, Not a mere party shout; They gave their spirits out, Trusted the end to God, And on the gory sod Rolled in triumphant blood; Glad to strike one free blow, Whether for weal or woe; Glad to breathe one free breath, Though on the lips of death; Praying — alas! in vain! — That they might fall again, So they could once more see That burst to liberty! This was what " freedom
Page 87 - Vainly opposed their rush. Through the wild battle's crush, With but one thought aflush, Driving their lords like chaff. In the guns' mouths they laugh; Or at the slippery brands Leaping with open hands, Down they tear man and horse, Down in their awful course ; Trampling with bloody...
Page 241 - Life," he said ; And, ere I answered passing out of sight, On his celestial embassy he sped. 'Twas at thy door, O friend ! and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing, descended, and with voice divine, Whispered a word that had a sound like Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin ; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
Page 240 - Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes; But John P.
Page 28 - The providential trust of the South is to perpetuate the institution of domestic slavery as now existing, with freest scope for its natural development. We should at once lift ourselves intelligently to the highest moral ground, and proclaim to all the world that we hold this trust from God, and in its occupancy are prepared to stand or fall.
Page 240 - We were gittin on nicely up here to our village, With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut aint, We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an pillage, An thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint; But John P. Robinson he Sez this kind o
Page 87 - All the dread mass, and drifts Tempest and falling brand Over a ruined land; — So still and orderly, Arm to arm, knee to knee, Waiting the great event, Stands the black regiment. Down the long dusky line, Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine; And the bright bayonet, Bristling and firmly set, Flashed with a purpose grand, Long ere the sharp command Of the fierce rolling drum Told them their time had come, Told them what work was sent For the black regiment. "Now...
Page 239 - But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood? So John P. Robinson, he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C.

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