Quotes about rally, page 2
The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)
Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!
She's never at a loss!
Down with the eagle
And up with the cross!
We'll rally 'round the bonny flag,
We'll rally once again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our gallant boys have marched
To the rolling of the drums,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
And the leaders in charge cry out,
'Come, boys, come!'
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poem by Anonymous Americas
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We Still May Have a Chance
'John?
We have to do something quick.
Do you have an ailing grandmother anywhere? '
Cindy stop.
You are beginning to sound desperate.
'Call that Rice woman.
Tell her I'll buy her a new Armani outfit,
With a pair of Gucci boots.
And she can wear my pearls IF she agrees,
To show up at the rally and 'Dirty' dances
With Joe the Plummer.
AND...
There is a rumor among the staff,
That he and that lipstick wearing pitbull
Were seen with Hillary, Michelle and 'that one'
At the Crawford Ranch,
Handing out Halloween candy last night!
And 'guess' who was there? '
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cognition Restarted
With a cognition restarted,
After being away and in between selective
Thoughts and memories...
People are now finding a desire to rally around,
Responsibility!
With cognition restarted,
Accountability has ignited...
With a hope it is not too late to reinstate reality.
Or some possible remnant of it.
And those now claiming,
To have ownership of the tones detected in their voices...
Are professing to take back what belongs to them.
When they are the ones who sold themselves out...
To parade around in falsities.
Isn't that how all of this came to be?
With a cognition restarted,
After being away and in between selective
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat?
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?
Then let the louns beware, Sir;
There's wooden walls upon our seas,
And volunteers on shore, Sir:
The Nith shall run to Corsincon,
And Criffel sink in Solway,
Ere we permit a Foreign Foe
On British ground to rally!
We'll ne'er permit a Foreign Foe
On British ground to rally!
O let us not, like snarling curs,
In wrangling be divided,
Till, slap! come in an unco loun,
And wi' a rung decide it!
Be Britain still to Britain true,
Amang ourselves united;
For never but by British hands
Maun British wrangs be righted!
No! never but by British hands
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poem by Robert Burns
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Hurrah for Cooper and Cary
Air -- "Rally 'Round the Flag, Boys"
We will rally in the city,
We will gather from the farms,
Shouting equalization,
Greenbacks a legal tender,
Then the poor will get along,
The poor that dwell throughout our nation.
CHORUS:
Three cheers for Cooper and Cary,
Hurrah, boys, hurrah;
Three cheers for our nation,
In peace and in war;
If it were not for our laboring men,
What would our nation do --
Take this in consideration.
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poem by Julia A Moore
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Ho For California!
Rouse ye, Yankees, from your dreaming!
See that vessel, strong and bold,
On her banner proudly streaming,
California for gold!
See a crowd around her gather,
Eager all to push from land!
They will have all sorts o' weather
Ere they reach the golden strand.
Rouse to action,
Fag and faction;
Ho, for mines of wealth untold!
Rally! Rally!
All for Cali-
Fornia in search of gold!
Away, amid the rush and racket,
Ho for the California packet!
Wake ye! O'er the surging ocean,
Loud above each coral cave,
Comes a sound of wild commotion
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poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Friday Night Lights (A Tribute To David Edwards)
Football in Texas is like Basketball in the Hoosier State,
For D.B. David Edwards in a game against Austin Westlake,
A junior at San Antonio Madison a collision sealed his fate,
Going for an interception was it early or just a little too late?
His neck was broken as high school foes reached for the pass,
A seasoned player it wasn't the first, who thought it'd be his last,
This is the game of football it's not the war in a place called Iraq,
The worst that could ever come of this is a contusion on your back.
Occurring during a playoff game, November in the year of our Lord 2003,
An offensive play happening many, many times before fans routinely see,
Opposing quarterback scans the field then proceeds with a mighty heave,
Come on Dave get up, what's that, he can't move this is hard to believe.
A television director and producer in the stands was a man named Peter Berg,
So moved by the incident he used his God given talent of writing some words,
Now a weekly series on NBC about friends, family, coaches, kids who played,
The pilot episode aired in 2006 not a commercial success but the critics raved.
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Time - Acrostic Palindrome Revisited
Titan Chronos wields sharp sickle, fickle Fate dictates gifts Gods
In second thoughts withdraw to pour cold water on fond hope,
Margin call all castles in the air to dust bring 'neath the sods,
Entropy replaces order, chaos borders balance, scope.
Time seeds seconds that it swallows as each follows each to teach
Idyll; Golden Age; soon harvests, rapeseed reaped with scarce a nod,
Mortality is empty dream, nothing living's out of reach
Ever will grim reaper gather what was given, trod to clod.
Time spins headlong, helter-skelter, alpha omega its hum,
Innate energy refocussed, hocus-pocus drawing blind,
Merging, surging, fresh emerging each dimension is assigned
Extra frequencies as harmonies seek equilibrium.
Thrust of course is force attraction contradictions overcome,
If upset the great equation's recreated, recombined,
Musters flux, reflux ethereal, in many ways declined,
Echo-systems spectra spectral, strata senses tuned as one.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Fan : A Poem. Book I.
I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.
Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd,
Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful shade;
Nor that long known in China's artful land,
Which, while it cools the face, fatigues the hand;
Nor shall the muse in Asian climates rove,
To seek in Indostan some spicy grove,
Where stretch'd at ease the panting lady lies,
To shun the fervour of meridian skies,
While sweating slaves catch every breeze of air,
And with wide-spreading fans refresh the fair;
No busy gnats her pleasing dreams molest,
Inflame her cheek, or ravage o'er her breast,
But artificial zephyrs round her fly,
And mitigate the fever of the sky.
Nor shall Bermudas long the muse detain,
Whose fragrant forests bloom in Waller's strain,
Where breathing sweets from every field ascend,
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poem by John Gay
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Napoleon
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Cannon his name,
Cannon his voice, he came.
Who heard of him heard shaken hills,
An earth at quake, to quiet stamped;
Who looked on him beheld the will of wills,
The driver of wild flocks where lions ramped:
Beheld War's liveries flee him, like lumped grass
Nid-nod to ground beneath the cuffing storm;
While laurelled over his Imperial form,
Forth from her bearded tube of lacquey brass,
Reverberant notes and long blew volant Fame.
Incarnate Victory, Power manifest,
Infernal or God-given to mankind,
On the quenched volcano's cusp did he take stand,
A conquering army's height above the land,
Which calls that army offspring of its breast,
And sees it mid the starry camps enshrined;
His eye the cannon's flame,
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poem by George Meredith
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