Source-readers in American History: no. 1-, Ausgabe 3Macmillan Company, 1902 |
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ABIGAIL ADAMS ALBERT BUSHNELL HART American animal appeared arms arrived banks beautiful boat Bob-o'-link Boston brave British brought cabin called camp canoes Captain chee chief CONESTOGA WAGON dear deck dinner distance door dress EDWARD CHANNING enemy eyes father feet fell fire FRANCIS HOPKINSON frigate gave girl give ground Guerrière guns half hands head heard horse hour hundred hunter Indians ISAAC HULL killed ladies land light light sails look manner miles morning never night o'clock officers Parker party passed person piece rifle river road round shot sail SAMUEL BRECK seated seen sent ship shore shot side soon Spink star-spangled banner Tecumseh thing THOMAS TRUXTUN tion told took town tree tribe troops vessel WARREN BURTON whole wind woods wounded yards young
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Seite 300 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Seite 264 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 56 - HOME. :Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Seite 250 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Seite 301 - When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given...
Seite 250 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto — "In God is our trust...
Seite 67 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Seite 302 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Seite 250 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Seite 302 - Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.