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 ...
Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,But he's coming here tonight,For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He ...
Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still;And in the marshes far below ...
… Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were gone, Clark ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe, And tell the doleful tragedy ...
I'M growing old - 't is surely so;And yet how short it seemsSince I was but a sportive child,Enjoying childish ...
Two pictures hung on the dingy wallof a grand old Florentine hall-One was a child of beauty rareWith a cherub ...
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 ...
She folded up the worn and mended frock,And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee,Then through the soft web of a ...
In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook, Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,And the ...
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary ...
Come back to me, mother! why linger awayFrom thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day!I mark every footstep, ...
Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern braveHath fallen in his country's cause and found a laureled grave—Hath fallen, ...
"The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed oflanguishing: Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness."~ Psalm 41:3 ...
To go or not to go, that is the question:Whether it pays best to suffer pesteringBy idle ...
If all our life were one broad glareOf sunlight, clear, unclouded;If all our path were smooth and fair,By no soft ...
This song was composed while George Latimer, the fugitive slave, wasconfined in Leverett Street Jail, Boston, expecting to be carried ...
There's not a stately hall,There's not a cottage fair,That proudly stands on Southern soil,Or softly nestles there,But in its peaceful ...
Fling out the Anti-slavery flagOn every swelling breeze;And let its folds wave o'er the land,And o'er the raging seas,Till all ...
Into all lives some rain must fall,Into all eyes some tear-drops start,Whether they fall as gentle shower,Or fall like fire ...
They sit in the winter gloaming,And the fire burns bright between;One has passed seventy summers,And the other just seventeen.They rest ...
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.Ofttimes he ...
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