 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...  Select Essays and Poems - Page 93by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1898 - 120 pagesFull view - About this book
 | S. E. Kiser - 2005 - 60 pages
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 | Jonathan Foreman - 2005 - 96 pages
...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 bridge has swept Down the dark stream that seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We place with joy a votive stone, That... | |
 | Methuen - 2006 - 536 pages
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 | Lorrie Goldensohn - 2006 - 413 pages
...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...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. Spirit, that made those... | |
 | Bob Gingrich - 2006 - 260 pages
...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...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, Spirit that made those... | |
 | Bob Gingrich - 2006 - 260 pages
...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...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, Spirit that made those... | |
 | R. Todd Felton - 2006 - 180 pages
...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...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 sons are gone.... | |
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