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" Banner — it is trailing! While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For though conquered, they adore it! Love the cold dead hands that bore it! Weep for those who fell before it! Pardon those who trailed and tore it, But, Oh! wildly... "
Bentley's Miscellany - ˹éÒ 94
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Once a Week, àÅèÁ·Õè 1;àÅèÁ·Õè 18

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1868 - 592 ˹éÒ
...should for ever wave. Swore that foeman's hand should never Hearts entwined like theirs dissever, And that flag should float for ever O'er their freedom...in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it — Love the dear, cold hands that bore it. Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed...
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War Lyrics and Songs of the South

Abram Joseph Ryan - 1866 - 286 ˹éÒ
...dissever, Till that flag should float for ever O'er their freedom or their grave. 56 THE CONQUERED BANNER. Furl it ! for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts...in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, Love the cold dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed...
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South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days

Thomas Cooper De Leon - 1866 - 160 ˹éÒ
...entwined like theirs dissever-— And, upheld by brave endeavor, That dear flag should float forever O'er their freedom or their grave. Furl it! For the...clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low: And that banner prone is "trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe! For, though conquered,...
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Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War

Richard Grant White - 1866 - 368 ˹éÒ
...theirs entwined dissever ; And that flag should float forever O'er their freedom or their grave. IV. Furl it, for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts...that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low ; f And that banner, it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe....
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Mission life, ed. by J.J. Halcombe

John Joseph Halcombe - 1867 - 496 ˹éÒ
...gladly, And ten thousands wildly, madly, Swore it should for ever wave ; Swore the foeinan's sword should never Hearts like theirs entwined dissever, Till that...in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, Love the cold dead hands that bore it, Weep for those that fell before it, Pardon those who trailed...
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War Poetry of the South

William Gilmore Simms - 1867 - 508 ˹éÒ
...foeman's sword should never Hearts like theirs entwined dissever — That their flag should float forever O'er their freedom or their grave ! Furl it, for the...their woe ; For, though conquered, they adore it, Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it — Oh ! how wildly they...
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HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE CHATHAM ARTILLERY

CHARLES C JONES - 1867 - 252 ˹éÒ
...foemen's sword could never Hearts like their' s entwined dissever, ;Till that flag should float forever O'er their freedom or their grave. Furl it ! for the...in their woe ; For though conquered, they adore it 5 Love the cold dead hands that bore it; Weep for those who fell before it ! jfc %. $i ^ ^ And oh !...
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On Sherman's Track: Or, The South After the War

John Henry Kennaway - 1867 - 346 ˹éÒ
...Swore it should for ever wave : Swore that foeman's sword should never Hearts entwined like theirs dissever, Till that flag should float for ever O'er...hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying now. And that banner it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe....
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War Poetry of the South

William Gilmore Simms - 1867 - 514 ˹éÒ
...or their grave 1 Furl it, for the hands that grasped it, Aud the hearts that fondly clasped it, Gold and dead are lying low ; And that banner — it is...around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe ; Fcir, though conquered, they adore it, love the cold, dead hands that boro it, A7eep for those who...
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De Bow's Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 3;àÅèÁ·Õè 34

James Dunwoody Brownson De Bow, Robert Gibbes Barnwell, Edwin Bell, William MacCreary Burwell - 1867 - 640 ˹éÒ
...fitemnn's sword could never Hea ti like thelr's entnlned dissever, 'Till that flog would float forever. O'er their freedom or their grave. Furl It! for the hands that grasped it, Acd the hearts that fondly clipped it, Cold and dead arc lying low: And tlnu Banner, It Is trailing....
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