Now George the Third rules not alone.. 402 Now the war-blast is blown, and the thunders are still 421 O'er the forest-crown'd hills, the rich valleys.. O for a muse of fire! to mount the skies Old Homer-but what have we with him to do. O! lonely is our old green fort... Once more, fellow-freemen, we've met on the day Once more has the morn oped the portals of light.. On Wabash, when the sun withdrew... O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light. O thou young chief, Fayette, the good and brave..... 442 O! welcome, warrior, to the soil.. 193 Permit an artless muse, in votive lays.... 299 34 Rejoice, O Death! Britannia's tyrant sends. 384 104 99 406 Rude was the storm, and her fallen hair. ....... Strew, virgins, the cypress o'er Washington's bier 259 339 ...... 210 385 357 127 14 The day, to Freedom dear, returns 126 236 The dog that is beat has a right to complain. The firm patriot mind is the source of high merit..... The pilgrim fathers-where are they.. The Power that created the night and the day... There's a star in the west that shall never go down... 286 There was an old king in the French country The sailor, toss'd on stormy seas... The morn was calm-no cloud obscured the sun..... 305 The tocsin has sounded-the bugle has blown.... 138 The trumpet sounds, my country calls..... 234 They come! they come !-the heroes come 258 They died! the young, the loved, the brave.. 400 They're rousing, they're rousing, in valley and glen.. 275 Though Britain may boast of her profligate regent. Page 109 Though I'm dead and forgotten. 264 Though love's soft transports may.. 105 Though sacred the flame which our country enkindles 36 Thus seated round the board, elate. 213 Thus, some tall tree, that long has stood 316 Thy merits, Wolfe, transcend all human praise 300 'Tis the day, dearest wife, when all hearts should be glad 412 'Tis true that the harp of the poet lies sleeping 267 To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of wo.. 181 26 To no monarch, no tyrant in robes will we sing. Unseal the mournful sod... 28 301 212 196 389 452 Upon the barren sand... Wake, Columbia! wake the lyre Wake once more to toil and glory. Wake the harp to strains of glory. Welcome, mighty chief! once more.. 287 182 123 178 321 194 93 Welcome! welcome the day, when assembled as one. 67 98 365 332 When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd...... Page 59 165 413 436 When our sky was illumined by Freedom's bright.. 82 448. When rolling orbs from chaos sprung.. 92 When the sweet smiling moon rolls her orb 40 When Tyranny's scourge, and Oppression's chill 74 When, venturous, o'er the Atlantic main.. 167 344 Where, o'er the Polish desert's trackless way Where thy bright wave, Potomac, by fair Vernon 71 While Europe's subjected to kings and their minions. 175 Ye brave sons of Freedom, come join in the chorus... 106 Ye freemen of Columbia.... 94 Ye great, immortal muses, nine 198 Ye men of Columbia, O hail the great day.. 23 Ye smoking ruins, marks of hostile ire.. 417 Ye soldiers of Columbia ..... 231 Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought. 373 Ye sons of Columbia who cherish the prize... 162 Ye sons of Freedom! to the field repair... 131 33 Ye wrong heads and strong heads, attend to my strains 297 |