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... land , under the belief that she was the great preservative power of good principles and safe government . The viola- tion of our rights by both belligerents was forcing us from the just and wise policy of President Washington , which ...
... land , under the belief that she was the great preservative power of good principles and safe government . The viola- tion of our rights by both belligerents was forcing us from the just and wise policy of President Washington , which ...
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... land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite , with a cheer , In defence of our LIBERTY TREE . DESTRUCTION OF THE TEA , 1774 . Tune- " Hosier's Ghost . " As near beauteous Boston lying On the gently swelling flood ...
... land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite , with a cheer , In defence of our LIBERTY TREE . DESTRUCTION OF THE TEA , 1774 . Tune- " Hosier's Ghost . " As near beauteous Boston lying On the gently swelling flood ...
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... met the proud Britons , and bid them defiance ; The cause we supported was just , and was glorious ; When men fight for freedom , they must be victorious . 6 THE LAND OF LOVE AND LIBERTY . Tune- " 16 PATRIOTIC SONGS .
... met the proud Britons , and bid them defiance ; The cause we supported was just , and was glorious ; When men fight for freedom , they must be victorious . 6 THE LAND OF LOVE AND LIBERTY . Tune- " 16 PATRIOTIC SONGS .
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... land of love and liberty . Beneath thy spreading , mantling vines , Beside thy flowery groves and springs ; And on thy lofty , thy lofty mountains ' brow , May all thy sons and fair ones sing , Be thou forever , & c . From thee may ...
... land of love and liberty . Beneath thy spreading , mantling vines , Beside thy flowery groves and springs ; And on thy lofty , thy lofty mountains ' brow , May all thy sons and fair ones sing , Be thou forever , & c . From thee may ...
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... land of the brave , Where tyranny rots in her dark , silent grave , As peace to the wretched , or spring to the year , So are to my bosom thy warriors dear . " If war's sweeping tempest from Europe returns , Columbia , indignant , shall ...
... land of the brave , Where tyranny rots in her dark , silent grave , As peace to the wretched , or spring to the year , So are to my bosom thy warriors dear . " If war's sweeping tempest from Europe returns , Columbia , indignant , shall ...
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American arms band banner battle behold bless'd blessings blood boast bosom brave breast breath Britain Britons cause clime Columbia Columbia's sons country's crown'd dare dear death Death or Freedom deeds Derry dread e'er eagle fair fame fathers fear fight fire flame foes forever fought Fourth of July Freedom's Freeman's Journal freemen gain'd gallant glorious glory grave hail hand happy Hark heart Hearts of oak Heaven heroes honour huzza immortal Independence land laurels Liberty Liberty's nation native ne'er never o'er ocean patriot peace Pennsylvania Gazette PHILIP FRENEAU plain praise pride proud Rejoice rise round sacred shade shine shore sires skies slaves smile song sons of Freedom soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars storm sung sweet sword tear tempest thee thine thou thunder toast toil triumph Twas tyrants unfurl'd valour victory virtue Washington wave
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Página 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 226 - 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.
Página 226 - 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...
Página 190 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 428 - The pilgrim exile — sainted name! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea Still lies where he laid his houseless head; — But the pilgrim — where is he?
Página 428 - The mists, that wrapped the pilgrim's sleep, Still brood upon the tide ; And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, To stay its waves of pride. But the snow-white sail, that he gave to the gale, When the heavens looked dark, is gone ; As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, Is seen, and then withdrawn.
Página 9 - COME join hand in hand, brave Americans all, And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call ; No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim, Or stain with dishonor America's name. In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live ; Our purses are ready, Steady, Friends, steady, Not as slaves, but as freemen our money we'll give. * Our worthy forefathers — let's give them a cheer — To climates unknown did courageously steer ; Thro...
Página 120 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 191 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home ! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there.
Página 191 - What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.