Ballate del bivacco e del confine fayette, Il Cui blu scuro regimentalsFare bene la sua figura. Come il cuore di ogni patriottThrills a quel nobile nome, Ricco delle sue opere di gloria, E del suo patrimonio di fama ! Un troperStripes spronato e avviato da un arco alto - Mad Anthonys livrea le figure leggermente giù la sala; ii5 116 IN INDIPENDENZA HALL. Vedo le acque dei Maumei, E il bivacco di notte, Il selvaggio Shawnee volti, e Paolis luce rossa. Così passano in rassegna davanti a me, Questi uomini che il re ha sfidato; Ma un gruppo di soldati gallanti Have ha fermato al mio fianco, Hale e Knox e Mer

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Ballads of the bivouac and the border . fayette, Whose dark blue regimentalsFull well his figure set. How the heart of every patriotThrills at that noble name, Rich in its deeds of glory, And its heritage of fame ! A spurred and booted trooperSteps from an archway tall— Mad Anthonys lithe figureSwings lightly down the hall; ii5 116 IN INDEPENDENCE HALL. I see the Maumees waters, And the bivouac at night, The savage Shawnee faces, And Paolis redning light. Thus they pass in review before me, These men who the king defied ; But a group of gallant soldiersHave halted at my side, Hale and Knox and Mercer, And bold Nathaniel Greene, And amidst the other faces, Pulaskis, too, is seen, I see him hurl his troopersOn the crimson British line, When he led the charge in personOn the field of Brandy wine. They stand—the scarlet troopers, Drawn up in grim platoons, But they break in wild confusionBefore his fierce dragoons. He had fought in other battles, On a far-off, foreign shore, Ere had set the Star of PolandOn a redning field of gore.. a. IN INDEPENDEXCE HALL. I hear a gentle murmurSteal softly down the hall, My eyes turn from Pulaski—On Washington they fall. His was a stately figure, You would note it anywhere, With its graceful, easy carriage, And its lordly, martial air. The wild defeat of BraddocksLooms upward on my sight, With the gallant young VirginianIn the thickest of the fight. The scenes of the revolution, They pass before me now, Till I see him stand at YorktownWith a calm, unruffled brow. But hark ! from a shadowy recess, I seem to hear a groan, I peer into the darkness— A man stands there alone. I meet the gaze of Arnold As he looked when in his prime, Ere his strong arm had been palsiedBy the weight of a traitors crime. 119 120 IN INDEPENDENCE HALL. He looks on the moving pageantWith a wan and haggard face, And on his haughty featuresA tear drop I can trace. I start from my midnight dreamingsOf the men of olden times, As I hear the silvery pealing Of a distant c

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1890
• bookidballadsofbiv
• bookyear1896