Local and National Poets of America with Interesting Biographical Sketches and Choice Selections from Over One Thousand Living American PoetsAmer. Pub. Ass., 1892 - Всего страниц: 1392 |
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... dead A forlorn hope must now be led , To Death the Union cheering . Up rode commander Pleasanton , " Align those pieces , man each gun , ” . He said ; be quick and steady . Charge , Keenan , charge , upon the foe , And hold them back ...
... dead A forlorn hope must now be led , To Death the Union cheering . Up rode commander Pleasanton , " Align those pieces , man each gun , ” . He said ; be quick and steady . Charge , Keenan , charge , upon the foe , And hold them back ...
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... dead , ' Mid the thousands of bodies that lay on the ground Not a trace of the steed or his rider was found ; For a stranger he was , but his heroic deed Finds a place in the minds of the sufferers freed . In the years to come , and the ...
... dead , ' Mid the thousands of bodies that lay on the ground Not a trace of the steed or his rider was found ; For a stranger he was , but his heroic deed Finds a place in the minds of the sufferers freed . In the years to come , and the ...
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... dead ; And clouds of woe , Fair Mexico , o'erhang thy chieftain's head . Reflect ! Look back , Proud Anahuac , To the deed by Diaz done ! Each bitter strife For the nation's life Gave glory to her son ! And his noble wife , When fear ...
... dead ; And clouds of woe , Fair Mexico , o'erhang thy chieftain's head . Reflect ! Look back , Proud Anahuac , To the deed by Diaz done ! Each bitter strife For the nation's life Gave glory to her son ! And his noble wife , When fear ...
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... dead ! Quiet their rest in the clay . I'm weary ; I would I were dead ! At rest in the cold dark clay . I'm tired of the strife I've led , Of the struggle day by day , Just to live like a slave and say , I drink , and I eat my own bread ...
... dead ! Quiet their rest in the clay . I'm weary ; I would I were dead ! At rest in the cold dark clay . I'm tired of the strife I've led , Of the struggle day by day , Just to live like a slave and say , I drink , and I eat my own bread ...
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... dead ; The perfume of the sweet - scented clover , With the soft , warm breezes has fled ; The green woods , but yesterday ringing With the voices of glad birds singing , Are silent , yellow and red ; Alas , for the soul of the rover ...
... dead ; The perfume of the sweet - scented clover , With the soft , warm breezes has fled ; The green woods , but yesterday ringing With the voices of glad birds singing , Are silent , yellow and red ; Alas , for the soul of the rover ...
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