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lo
all our pomp of yesterday
is one with nineveh and tyre | img2poems |
o caledonia
stern and wild
meet nurse for a poetic child | img2poems |
stout glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance
to arms
cried mortimer and couched his quiv'ring lance | img2poems |
edward lo
to sudden fate
half of thy heart we consecrate | img2poems |
but oh
what solemn scenes on snowdon's height
descending slow their glittering skirts unroll | img2poems |
her eye proclaims her of the briton line
her lion-port her awe-commanding face
attempered sweet to virgin-grace | img2poems |
the verse adorn again
fierce war and faithful love
and truth severe by fairy fiction drest | img2poems |
in buskined measure move
pale grief and pleasing pain
with horror tyrant of the throbbing breast | img2poems |
my heart's in the highlands my heart is not here
my heart's in the highlands a-chasing the deer
chasing the wild deer and following the roe | img2poems |
rudely plucked from their hiding
never a word they spoke
last of the dwarfish folk | img2poems |
and honor a little thing
i would gladly sell the secret
quoth the pict to the king | img2poems |
take him o king and bind him
and cast him far in the deep
and it's i will tell the secret | img2poems |
[james graham marquis of montrose was executed in edinburgh may
for an attempt to overthrow the commonwealth and restore charles
ii | img2poems |
come stand behind my knee
i hear the river roaring down
toward the wintry sea | img2poems |
not all their troops of trampling horse
not all the rebels in the south
had borne us backward then | img2poems |
how dismal 'tis to see
the great tall spectral skeleton
the ladder and the tree | img2poems |
like a bridegroom from his room
came the hero from his prison
to the scaffold and the doom | img2poems |
oh
why left i the land
where my forefathers sleep | img2poems |
hark
the timid turning treadle crooning soft old-fashioned ditties
to the low slow murmur of the brown round wheel | img2poems |
my land that has no peer in all the sea
for verdure vale or river flower or leaf
if first to no man else thou'rt first to me | img2poems |
o cruel fate
wilt thou never replace me
in a mansion of peace where no perils can chase me | img2poems |
o my sad heart
long abandoned by pleasure
why did it dote on a fast-fading treasure | img2poems |
yet all its sad recollections suppressing
one dying wish my lone bosom can draw
erin an exile bequeaths thee his blessing | img2poems |
why rest with babes and slaves
seek higher
the place of race and age | img2poems |
quebec thy storied citadel
attest in burning song and psalm
how here thy heroes fell | img2poems |
wake and behold how night is done
how on thy breast and o'er thy brow
bursts the uprising sun | img2poems |
oh no
more grand
must be the german's fatherland | img2poems |
is it switzerland
or tyrols tell
the land and people pleased me well | img2poems |
ah
austria surely it must be
so rich in fame and victory | img2poems |
forth in the van
man by man
swing the battle-sword who can | img2poems |
like the thunder of god makes our heart beat fast
thou in the theatre lov'st to appear
where trills and quavers tickle the ear | img2poems |
forth in the van
man for man
swing the battle-sword who can | img2poems |
a voice resounds like thunder-peal
'mid dashing waves and clang of steel
the rhine the rhine the german rhine | img2poems |
long they lay within my dwelling
through the chilling winds of winter
in my dwelling-place for ages | img2poems |
some call me cold and some demure
and if thou hast ever guessed that so
i love thee | img2poems |
i could not try the woman's trick
between us straightway fell the blush
which kept me separate blind and sick | img2poems |
flags wave drums beat and unawares
you flash your souls out with the guns
and take your heaven at once | img2poems |
dear god
when italy is one
and perfected from bound to bound | img2poems |
what then
if love's delight must end
at least we'll clear its truth from flaws | img2poems |
o fair young mother
on thy brow
shall sit a nobler grace than now | img2poems |
humanity with all its fears
with all the hopes of future years
is hanging breathless on thy fate | img2poems |
in spite of rock and tempest's roar
in spite of false lights on the shore
sail on nor fear to breast the sea | img2poems |
you cannot shrink from the test
rise
men of the north and west | img2poems |
you must meet them then breast to breast
on
men of the north and west | img2poems |
to where the blood-stream blots the green
strike to defend the gentlest sway
that time in all his course has seen | img2poems |
the despot roves your fairest lands
and till he flies or fears
your sheaves be sheaves of spears | img2poems |
what hope o god
would not grow warm
when thoughts like these give cheer | img2poems |
before thy throne we bow
o god our shield be thou
from treason's rage | img2poems |
our pilgrim fathers sleep
the ocean broad and deep
beside their graves | img2poems |
let liberty arise
her glory fill the skies
the world be free | img2poems |
to arms
to arms
to arms in dixie | img2poems |
lo
all the beacon-fires are lighted
let all hearts be now united | img2poems |
if the loved ones weep in sadness
victory soon shall bring them gladness
to arms | img2poems |
for freedom is its own eternal law
it makes its own conditions and in storm
or calm alike fulfils the unerring will | img2poems |
for ever in thine eyes o liberty
shines that high light whereby the world is saved
and though thou slay us we will trust in thee | img2poems |
be patient o be patient
though yet our hopes are green
the harvest-field of freedom shall be crowned with the sunny sheen | img2poems |
no
in ourselves their souls exist
a part of ours | img2poems |
and murder sullies in heaven's sight
the sword he draws
what can alone ennoble fight | img2poems |
and place our trophies where men kneel
to heaven
but heaven rebukes my zeal | img2poems |
a prowling wolf whose shaggy skin
hid little but his bones
once met a mastiff dog astray | img2poems |
what's that
he cries
oh nothing but a speck | img2poems |
a speck
ay ay: 'tis not enough to pain me
perhaps the collar's mark by which they chain me | img2poems |
it ought to be a precious price
which could to servile chains entice
for me i'll shun them while i've wit | img2poems |
for vengeance
rouse ye romans
rouse ye slaves | img2poems |
shrine of the mighty
can it be
that this is all remains of thee | img2poems |
these waters blue that round you lave
o servile offspring of the free
pronounce what sea what shore is this | img2poems |
hereditary bondsmen
know ye not
who would be free themselves must strike the blow | img2poems |
greece
change thy lords thy state is still the same
thy glorious day is o'er but not thy years of shame | img2poems |
where burning sappho loved and sung
where grew the arts of war and peace
where delos rose and phoebus sprung | img2poems |
earth
render back from out thy breast
a remnant of our spartan dead | img2poems |
what
silent still
and silent all | img2poems |
hark
rising to the ignoble call
how answers each bold bacchanal | img2poems |
the tyrant of the chersonese
was freedom's best and bravest friend
that tyrant was miltiades | img2poems |
slaves cannot breathe in england if their lungs
receive our air that moment they are free
they touch our country and their shackles fall | img2poems |
and when we come to london wall
we'll shout with it in view
'come forth come forth ye cowards all | img2poems |
make way for liberty
he cried
made way for liberty and died | img2poems |
yet though destruction sweep these lovely plains
rise fellow-men
our country yet remains | img2poems |
sarmatia fell unwept without a crime
found not a generous friend a pitying foe
strength in her arms nor mercy in her woe | img2poems |
hark
hark
what myriads bid you rise | img2poems |
to arms
to arms
ye brave | img2poems |
to arms
to arms
ye brave etc | img2poems |
o liberty
can man resign thee
once having felt thy generous flame | img2poems |
art thou from tuscany brother
and seest thou dreaming in pain
thy mother stand in the piazza searching the list of the slain | img2poems |
faint with that strain of heart she moved on then to another
stern and strong in his death
and dost thou suffer my brother | img2poems |
holding his hands in hers: out of the piedmont lion
cometh the sweetness of freedom
sweetest to live or to die on | img2poems |
flag of the brave
thy folds shall fly
the sign of hope and triumph high | img2poems |
where breathes the foe but falls before us
with freedom's soil beneath our feet
and freedom's banner streaming o'er us | img2poems |
and where is that band who so vauntingly swore
that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
a home and a country should leave us no more | img2poems |
o
thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
between their loved homes and the war's desolation | img2poems |
on every hill they lie
on every field of strife made red
by bloody victory | img2poems |
the lights on brimming crystal fell
drawn sparkling from the rivulet head
and mossy well | img2poems |
the new is old the old is new
the cycle of a change sublime
still sweeping through | img2poems |
though the cause of evil prosper yet 'tis truth alone is strong
and albeit she wander outcast now i see around her throng
troops of beautiful tall angels to enshield her from all wrong | img2poems |
[footnote a: arousing of anti-slavery agitation when it was proposed
in congress to abolish the missouri compromise and throw open the
territories to slavery if their people should so vote | img2poems |
and every bondman's chain be broke
and every soul that moves abroad
in this wide realm shall know and feel | img2poems |
[footnote a: fremont's proclamation of martial law in missouri in
august declaring free all slaves of rebels was received with
ardor by the north but annulled by president lincoln as premature | img2poems |
a brave man's part without the statesman's tact
and taking counsel but of common sense
to strike at cause as well as consequence | img2poems |
you may seek her crew on every isle
but out of their rest no charm can wile
jason and orpheus and hercules | img2poems |
loud and long that all may hear
ring for every listening ear
of eternity and time | img2poems |
let us kneel
god's own voice is in that peal
and this spot is holy ground | img2poems |
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