By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined... The Sixth Reader - Page 101by Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - 314 pagesFull view - About this book
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; 6 Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April' s breeze unfurled , Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those... | |
| Robert Aspland - 1847 - 792 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, \Vhen like our sires our sons are gone. Spirit ! who made those... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - American poetry - 1847 - 244 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When like our sires our sons are gone. Spirit! who made those freemen... | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Russell Lowell, John Greenleaf Whittier, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American literature - 1850 - 388 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those... | |
| Authors, American - 1853 - 478 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world " The foe long...Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream that seaward creeps. "On this green bank, by this soft stream, We see to-day a votive stone, That memory... | |
| Benjamin Nicholas Martin - American literature - 1871 - 236 pages
...arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those... | |
| Henry David Thoreau - Concord River - 1873 - 430 pages
...breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. u The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror...swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps." Our reflections had already acquired a historical remoteness from the scenes we had left, and we ourselves... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1877 - 576 pages
...the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the cmlwttlcd fanners stood, And fired the shot heard round the...by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, or leave their children... | |
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