 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...  Story Hour Readings - Strana 383autor/autoři: Ernest Clark Hartwell - 1921Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; 10 That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are... | |
 | Robert Aspland - 1847 - 792 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, \Vhen like our sires our sons are... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, 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.... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Russell Lowell, John Greenleaf Whittier, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 388 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are... | |
 | 1853 - 504 str.
...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...Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream that seaward creeps. " On this green bank, by this soft strewn, We see to-day a votive stone, That... | |
 | 1853 - 478 str.
...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 may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sous are gone. " Spirit that made these heroes dare To die, or leave their children free, Bid Time... | |
 | Benjamin Nicholas Martin - 1871 - 236 str.
...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...seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1873 - 430 str.
...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... | |
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