Favorite PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 pages |
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50 cents BARBARA FRIETCHIE bees bell beneath bloom blossom blow his horn boats forward swing broadcloth BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE calm chore-girl small Cloth corn corrt cotton blow curse dark dreams drearily singing driver blow eyes face Faneuil Hall fathers fear feathered and carried feet fire flag flowers Frederick town Freedom full gilt fur his horrd futherr'd gold hab de rice hand hard heart hate hear De driver Here's Flud Oirson hill horrd horrt Illustrations land light lips looked Lord Massachusetts Maud Muller Morble'ead Morocco nebber you hear o'er Old Floyd Ireson old gray head pain pines playmate Poems poor Portrait prayer Ramoth ride Ring round sail shame singing the chore-girl skipper slave Slavery smiles song stooped sweet Tarred and feathered tears to-day Torr'd tread trees Virginia voice wall waves WHITTIER winds wings women of Marblehead wrong yam will grow
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Page 56 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 55 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
Page 69 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Page 60 - O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime. Loud and long, that all may hear, Ring for every listening ear Of Eternity and Time ! Let us kneel : God's own voice is in that peal, And this spot is holy ground. Lord, forgive us ! What are we, That our eyes this glory see, That...
Page 56 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame. Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 70 - Said an old wife mourning her only son, "Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!" So with soft relentings and rude excuse, Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose, And gave him a cloak to hide him in...
Page 71 - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Page 59 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 88 - It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving.
Page 70 - Bacchus round some antique vase, Brief of skirt, with ankles bare, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair, With conch-shells blowing and fish-horns' twang, Over and over the Mxnads sang: " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o...