 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!  Favorite Poems - Page 56by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1877 - 96 pagesFull view - About this book
 | James Edward Murdoch - Patriotism - 1865 - 194 pages
...long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet ; All day long that free flag toss'd 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... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - Elocution - 1865 - 260 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deed and word. " Who touches a hair of yon gray head, Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet ; Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill- gaps... | |
 | Richard Grant White - American poetry - 1866 - 352 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he said. All day long through Frederick...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 Fritchie's work... | |
 | Edwin B. Houghton - United States - 1866 - 360 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : 1 Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !' he said. All day long through Frederick...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1866 - 122 pages
...that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " be said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...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... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - Readers - 1866 - 204 pages
...stirr'd To life at that woman's deed and word. " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said. All day long through Frederick...tread of marching feet; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that... | |
 | Linus Pierpont Brockett, Mary C. Vaughan - Dummies (Bookselling) - 1867 - 858 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deud and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said. All day long through Frederick...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... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - 270 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon grey head Dies like a dog ! March on ! " he said. All day long through Frederick...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... | |
 | Linus Pierpont Brockett, Mary C. Vaughan - Electronic books - 1867 - 810 pages
...at that woman's deed and word : u Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on I" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded...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... | |
 | Linus Pierpont Brockett, Mary C. Vaughan - Bookbinding - 1867 - 864 pages
...stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: ' Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of inarching feet : All day long that free flag tost Over the head» of the rebel host. Ever its torn... | |
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