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... tyrants , Beneath this western sky , We formed a new dominion , A land of liberty : The world shall own we're masters here ; Then hasten on the day : Huzza , huzza , huzza , huzza , For free America . Proud Albion bow'd to Cesar , And ...
... tyrants , Beneath this western sky , We formed a new dominion , A land of liberty : The world shall own we're masters here ; Then hasten on the day : Huzza , huzza , huzza , huzza , For free America . Proud Albion bow'd to Cesar , And ...
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... tyrants know , That sacred are the rights of man . Be thou forever , & c . Of thee may sleeping infancy , The pleasing , wondrous story tell ; And patriot sages , in venerable mood , Instruct the world to govern well . Be thou forever ...
... tyrants know , That sacred are the rights of man . Be thou forever , & c . Of thee may sleeping infancy , The pleasing , wondrous story tell ; And patriot sages , in venerable mood , Instruct the world to govern well . Be thou forever ...
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... tyrants defy , Victorious she'll triumph , or gloriously die . " When rages the battle , and the dread trumpets sound , From the breast gushes life at the deep mortal wound ; Still fearless they'll hurl the death - winged dart , 18 ...
... tyrants defy , Victorious she'll triumph , or gloriously die . " When rages the battle , and the dread trumpets sound , From the breast gushes life at the deep mortal wound ; Still fearless they'll hurl the death - winged dart , 18 ...
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William McCarty. 13 THE PRAISE OF COLUMBIA . To no monarch , no tyrant in robes will we sing The pension - bought sounds from a heart of deceit ; Let love give the harmony , friendship the string , Bright joy strike the chord , and the ...
William McCarty. 13 THE PRAISE OF COLUMBIA . To no monarch , no tyrant in robes will we sing The pension - bought sounds from a heart of deceit ; Let love give the harmony , friendship the string , Bright joy strike the chord , and the ...
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... tyrants no longer mankind shall enslave , Nor pamper the base on the spoils of the brave- The fiend of oppression shall struggle in vain , To torture thy sons with the lash and the chain : Nor here shall ambition , more honour'd than ...
... tyrants no longer mankind shall enslave , Nor pamper the base on the spoils of the brave- The fiend of oppression shall struggle in vain , To torture thy sons with the lash and the chain : Nor here shall ambition , more honour'd than ...
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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.