Lyrics by the letter H [pseud.] by Charles Graham HalpineLyrics by the letter H [pseud.] by Charles Graham Halpine

Lyrics by the letter H [pseud.]

byCharles Graham Halpine

Paperback | February 9, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1854 Excerpt: ... ITALIAN FREEDOM. Insurrection! let the grand word pass from city to city, from town to town, from village to village, like the electric current. Arouse! arise! awake to the crusade fever, all ye who have Itaiiao hearts--Italian arms!"--Muzzini, The hands that move on Freedom's clock Already strike the appointed hour; The tocsin sounds, the people flock, Majestic in their banded power. Italia wakes! From town to town The leaders cry, " To arms! obey us!" The Austrian sword, the Papal crown Reel on the verge of chaos. Up, all who bear the Latin heart! Up, all who love the vengeful joy! Let your fierce wrath, like lightning, dart Upon the tyrants and destroy! Up! from the Tiber to the Arve, Let Insurrection's tocsin toll, While weaponed arms united carve A path for the free soul! Let Austria's cut-throat legions learn To feel and fear the Roman rage! Let the fierce Pontiffs eyes discern The dawn of the millennial age! Tell fratricidal France her hordes No more shall bid Italia weep.' Reap a full harvest with your swords, And garner what you reap! Up, Latins! by the foulest wrongs That ever suffering manhood bore! By ruffian steel and priestly thongs Imbued in patriot gore! By every scaffold through the land! By dungeon vault and leprous spy! Up! up! and with an armed hand Strike down this living lie! No more be scourged by priestly cords, No more be ruled by foreign steel, No more be robbed by foreign lords,--Arise!--the tyrants reel. Expect no mercy, breath no sigh In this last desperate throe for life; Let " Death or Victory " be the cry, And war unto the knife! A RUSHING MELODY. THE FEAST OF TURKEY AND A FLOW OF RHYME. I. So far as I can reason down The complex Eastern question, A Turkey, done exceeding brown, Would suit the Czar's digestion. Be trussed it...
Title:Lyrics by the letter H [pseud.]Format:PaperbackDimensions:34 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.07 inPublished:February 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217509460

ISBN - 13:9780217509466