The Ancient Banner (Anonymous Americas Poems)
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is ...
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses, Turn the key on your jewels today,And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses Braid ...
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
A barefooted child on the crossing,Sweeping the mud away,A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind ...
Royal Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in ...
Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;The riders are mounted, ...
Was it a lie that they told me,Was it a pitiless hoax?A sop for my soul and its longingOnly to ...
Five Zouaves killed! — one thousand in all — Five from a thousand? Then he may be one.If in ...
Nothing at all in the paper today!Only a murder somewhere or other;A girl who has put her child away,Not being ...
It is asserted, on the authority of an American Newspaper, that thedaughter of Thomas Jefferson, late President of the United ...
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock When that great Titanic began to reel and rock; People ...
There is a cap in the closet, Old, tattered, and blue—Of very slight value, It may be, to ...
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary ...
Sitting here by my desk all day,Hearing the constant clickAs the messages speed on their way,And the call comes sharp ...
Give me that old time religionTis the old time religion,Tis the old time religion,And it's good enough for me.It was ...
To go or not to go, that is the question:Whether it pays best to suffer pesteringBy idle ...
The plumed staff officer gallops Along the swaying line,That shakes as, beaten by hailstones, Shakes the loaded autumn vine;And the ...
You go, my son, to the battle-field To repel the invading foe; 'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield Till death ...
Angels of good and ill are every where;They haunt the city and the cottage lone;Their seen or unseen presence fills ...
Hunted by rebel master,Over many a hill and glade,Black Tom, with his wife and children,Found his way to our brigade.Tom ...
Ho! children of the brave,Ho! freemen of the land,That hurl'd into the graveOppression's bloody band;Come on, come on, and joined ...
Feebly the bondman toiled,Sadly he wept—Then to his wretched cotMournfully crept;How doth his free-born soulPine 'neath his chain!Slavery! Slavery!Dark is ...
'Twas but a breath--And yet the fair, good name was wilted;And friends once fond grew cold and stilted,And life was ...
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling For you but not for me: And the little devils how they ...
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