Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin1906 |
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... yar ob jubilo . He six foot one way an ' two foot todder , An ' he weigh six hundred poun ' ; His coat so big he couldn't pay de tailor , An ' it won't reach half way roun ' ; He drill so much dey calls him cap'n , An ' he git so mighty ...
... yar ob jubilo . He six foot one way an ' two foot todder , An ' he weigh six hundred poun ' ; His coat so big he couldn't pay de tailor , An ' it won't reach half way roun ' ; He drill so much dey calls him cap'n , An ' he git so mighty ...
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Abraham Lincoln American arms banner Barbara Frietchie battle Betsy Ross blood blossoms brave bushwhackers Captain charger cheer country's darkey stay dead Decoration Day deeds duty eyes face Father fight fought freedom gallant gave glorious glory Grand Army boys grave gray hand heart heaven HENRY CABOT LODGE Herbert Kline heroes hills holds a candle Honor the flag Hurrah James Russell Lowell kingdum comin land liberty light Lincoln lives look Manila marching massa run Memorial Day mighty morning mother nation neath never night North o'er old Grand Army patriotism peace pupil rebel republic rise to honor Sam's young army seceding Sheridan shine shore side silent slavery song soul South stand starry stars stream strife Sweet thee THEODORE ROOSEVELT thou thousand Thy fame tramp triumph twenty million strong Uncle Sam's young Union soldier Victory waved wind Wisconsin wreaths yar ob jubilo Youth's Companion
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Стр. 7 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 35 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Стр. 55 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires!
Стр. 56 - mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!
Стр. 35 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. 'Halt!
Стр. 49 - 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!
Стр. 20 - That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions according to its own judgment exclusively...
Стр. 56 - Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
Стр. 57 - Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high, Under the dome of the Union sky, The American soldier's Temple of Fame, — There with the glorious General's name, Be it said, in letters both bold and bright, " Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away !
Стр. 41 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.