 | 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 796
...preserving the be given to military aspirations ; and peace of the country. THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862. THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What mean the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain... | |
 | 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 712
...discriminate, and the faculty to express them. (Concluded in next number.) THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862. The fla^s of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest — happy farms, And slill she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. "What... | |
 | 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 648
...slave of France, — The puppet of the plotter at the Tnileries. — Prvu. BY JOHN G. WHITTIEK. THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy forms, And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What mean the gladness of... | |
 | American Unitarian Association - 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...forlorn is of the truest and noblest kind. Of it may be said what Whittier says of Nature : — " Yet, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise...and greenness sweeps The battle's breath of hell. Still, in the cannon's pause, we hear Her sweet thanksgiving-psalm : Too near to God for doubt or fear,... | |
 | 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 500
...itorm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls on thunder in the sky, No earthquake f-trives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweep» The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in goldon hours Through harvest-happy farms,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 188
...see by faith the cloudy hem Of Judgment fringed with Mercy's light ! THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862. THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...farms, And still she wears her fruits and flowers What mean the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 354
...wounded; Oh! for the dead, let us all kneel to pray. THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862. BY JOHN O. WHITTIER. npHE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms, And still she wears her fruits and... | |
 | Caroline Lloyd - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 156
...with delight ; while those to whom it is familiar will welcome the sweet religious strain again. " The flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets...promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweep The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...see by faith the cloudy hem Of Judgment fringed with Mercy's light ! THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862. THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow ; Yet rolls no thunder in the skj, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well, Though... | |
 | Albert Deane Richardson - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...mountain-guarded picture, and the soft wind seems to sing with Whittier : " Yet calm and patient Nature keeps " And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy...wears her fruits and flowers, Like jewels on her arms. " Still in the cannon's pause we hear Her sweet thanksgiving psalm ; Too near to God for doubt or fear,... | |
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THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps The battle's breath... 
