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Best Poems by Henry Timrod: A Southern Poet
Best Poems by Henry Timrod: A Southern Poet
Best Poems by Henry Timrod: A Southern Poet
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Best Poems by Henry Timrod, a Southern Poet, written in and about the South.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBoD E-Short
Release dateAug 4, 2014
ISBN9783734720765
Best Poems by Henry Timrod: A Southern Poet
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Thomas DeWest

Thomas DeWest wurde 1980 geboren. Er arbeitet als Autor und Herausgeber für verschiedene Projekte.

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    A Cry to Arms

    Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!

    Ho! dwellers in the vales!

    Ho! ye who by the chafing tide

    Have roughened in the gales!

    Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot,

    Lay by the bloodless spade;

    Let desk, and case, and counter rot,

    And burn your books of trade.

    The despot roves your fairest lands;

    And till he flies or fears,

    Your fields must grow but arm|\ed bands,

    Your sheaves be sheaves of spears!

    Give up to mildew and to rust

    The useless tools of gain;

    And feed your country's sacred dust

    With floods of crimson rain!

    Come, with the weapons at your call --

    With musket, pike, or knife;

    He wields the deadliest blade of all

    Who lightest holds his life.

    The arm that drives its unbought blows

    With all a patriot's scorn,

    Might brain a tyrant with a rose,

    Or stab him with a thorn.

    Does any falter? let him turn

    To some brave maiden's eyes,

    And catch the holy fires that burn

    In those sublunar skies.

    Oh! could you like your women feel,

    And in their spirit march,

    A day might see your lines of steel

    Beneath the victor's arch.

    What hope, O God! would not grow warm

    When thoughts like these give cheer?

    The Lily calmly braves the storm,

    And shall the Palm-tree fear?

    No! rather let its branches court

    The rack that sweeps the plain;

    And from the Lily's regal port

    Learn how to breast the strain!

    Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!

    Ho! dwellers in the vales!

    Ho! ye who by the roaring tide

    Have roughened in the gales!

    Come! flocking gayly to the fight,

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