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Warren's Address to the American Soldiers, Before the Battle of Bunker Hill STAND! the ground's your own, my braves! Will you give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel! Hear it in the battle peal! Read it on yon bristling steel! Ask it--ye who will. Fear ye foes who kill for hire! Will ye to your homes retire? Look behind you! they're afire! And, before you, see Who have done it!--From the vale On they come!--and will ye quail?-- Leaden rain and iron hail Let their welcome be! In the God of battles trust! Die we may--and die we must:-- But, O, where can dust to dust Be consign'd so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed On the martyr'd patriot's bed, And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell! John Pierpont's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1176 |
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