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 ...
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!Each one its creed in music tellsIn tones that float upon the airAs ...
Tis a cheerless, lonesome eveningWhen the soaking, sodden groundWill not echo to the footfallof the sentinel's dull round.God's blue star-spangled ...
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon ...
Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;The riders are mounted, ...
Two pictures hung on the dingy wallof a grand old Florentine hall-One was a child of beauty rareWith a cherub ...
She folded up the worn and mended frock,And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee,Then through the soft web of a ...
Up in early morning light,Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips ...
CLICK, click! how the needles goThrough the busy fingers, to and fro--With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today ...
Wild and fearful in his cavernHid the naked troglodyte,And the homeless nomad wanderedLaying waste the fertile plain.Menacing with spear and ...
Sitting here by my desk all day,Hearing the constant clickAs the messages speed on their way,And the call comes sharp ...
Come join the Abolitionists,Ye young men bold and strong.And with a warm and cheerful zeal,Come help the cause along;O that ...
Is the house turned topsy-turvy?Does it ring from street to roof?Will the racket still continue,Spite of all your mild reproof?Are ...
Hunted by rebel master,Over many a hill and glade,Black Tom, with his wife and children,Found his way to our brigade.Tom ...
I am an Abolitionist!I glory in the name:Though now by Slavery's minions hiss'd And covered o'er with shame,It is a ...
If I could frame for you in cunning wordsThe songs my heart in sleep is often singing,You'd fancy, love, an ...
They sit in the winter gloaming,And the fire burns bright between;One has passed seventy summers,And the other just seventeen.They rest ...
Go, go, thou that enslav'st me,Now, now thy power is o'er;Long, long have I obeyed thee,I'm not a slave any ...
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