Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory?
Or shall the darkness close around them, ere the sun-blaze breaks at last upon thy story?
When the nations ope for thee their queenly circle, as a sweet new sister hail thee,
Shall these lips be sealed in callous death and silence, that have known but to bewail thee?
Shall the ear...
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It was the wild midnight,—
A storm was on the sky;
The lightning gave its light,
And the thunder echoed by.The torrent swept the glen,
The ocean lashed the shore;
Then rose the Spartan men,
To make their bed in gore!Swift from the deluge ground
Three hundred took the shield;
Then, silent, gathered... -
From the German by Rossiter W. Raymond
THE WEARY night is o’er at last!
We ride so still, we ride so fast!
We ride where Death is lying.
The morning wind doth coldly pass,
Landlord! we ’ll take another glass,
Ere dying.Thou, springing grass, that art so green,
Shall soon be rosy red, I ween,
My blood the hue... -
The General dashed along the road
Amid the pelting rain;
How joyously his bold face glowed
To hear our cheers’ refrain!His blue blouse flapped in wind and wet,
His boots were splashed with mire,
But round his lips a smile was set,
And in his eyes a fire.A laughing word, a gesture kind,—
We did not ask for...