 Thou hast been, and shalt ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore. Thou art the firm unshaken rock, On which we rest ; And, rising from thy hardy stock, Thy sons the tyrant's frown shall mock,...  Clio - Page 27by James Gates Percival - 1822Full view - About this book
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - American poetry - 1900 - 966 pages
...and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son er a thousand-fold, Leaning dreamily back in her low...sweet young face, Where a woman's tenderness blends oppressed: All who the wreath of freedom twiue Beneath the shadow of the vine Are blessed. We love... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - American poetry - 1900 - 968 pages
...My land, shall mother curse the SOB She bore. Thou art the firm, unshaken rock, On which wo re.it; And rising from thy hardy stock, Thy sons the tyrant's...shall mock, And slavery's galling chains unlock, And freo the oppressed: All who the wreath of freedom twine Beneath the shadow of the vine Are blessed.... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - Literary Criticism - 1901 - 964 pages
...and shalt ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son - oppressed: All who the wreath of freedom twine Beneath the shadow of the vine Are blessed. We love... | |
 | Albert Bushnell Hart, John Gould Curtis - United States - 1901 - 694 pages
...and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore. Thou art the firm, unshaken rock, On which...vine Are blest. We love thy rude and rocky shore, And here we stand — Let foreign navies hasten o'er, And on our heads their fury pour, And peal their... | |
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