Rural Rhymes And Talks And Tales Of Olden Times Being A Collection Of Poems And Old Time Stories Primary Source Edition

Author : Martin Rice
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230430331
Total Pages : 144 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (33 download)

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Download or read book Rural Rhymes, and Talks and Tales of Olden Times; Being a Collection of Poems and Old-Time Stories ... written by Martin Rice and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 144 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ... In every age, in every clime, Where'er that cross and story went, In every land, and through all time, Thy name was with the story blent. 'Twas execrated, stigmatized, As judge unjust by all contemned; No name, methought, so much despised As thine, who that just one condemned. I cannot tell the agony That I endured--no mortal can-- And when I woke I sent to thee: 'Have naught to do with that just man.'" SLEEPING YONDER. Written at the request of the managers, and read at the twenty-fifth anniversary of the battle of Lone Jack.;. We meet to-day upon the ground Where, five and twenty years ago, The god of war in anger frowned And let his bolts of thunder go; We meet to-day, but not as then; And as the by-gone past we ponder, Remembrance calls to mind the men, The slain in battle, sleeping yonder. A quarter century has passed; How brief to us the time appears! We scarce can realize how fast Go round the swift-revolving years. For five and twenty years have they Reposed beneath the sward of heather; The loyal blue, the Southern gray Reposing there in peace together. They fought as patriots ever should, Each one believing he was right; And now, where then the lone tree stood, Their ashes mingle and unite. Widows and children, orphans left-- No wives or children could be fonder By the hard fate of war bereft Of husbands, fathers, sleeping yonder. And when a hundred years have passed, A century to a close has drawn, Remembrance of the dead will last, And live when we are dead and gone. The warriors' fame will never fail, 'Tis in the nation's friendly keeping; The marble shaft will tell the tale, When we, like them, in death are sleeping. Mankind have ever honored those Who periled life in the defence Of liberty, and dared the foes Of...