Songs and Stories from Tennessee

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J.C. Bauer, 1897 - 247 sider
 

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Side 7 - Tis the fool who wins half the battle. Then throws all his chances away. There is little in life but labor. Tomorrow may find that but a dream ; Success is the bride of Endeavor, And luck but a meteor's gleam. The time to succeed is when others. Discouraged, show traces of tire ; The battle is fought in the homestretch — And won — 'twixt the flag and the fire.
Side 202 - No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red: They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Side 214 - Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Side 7 - Tis the coward who quits to misfortune, Tis the knave who changes each day, 'Tis the fool who wins half the battle, Then throws all his chances away.
Side 170 - If I had a thousand lives, I would lose them all before I would betray my friends, or the confidence of my informer.
Side 12 - Tis here their sons are free — For the fairest land From God's own hand Is the Basin of Tennessee.
Side 171 - The hills smiled back a farewell smile, The breeze sobbed o'er his hair awhile, The birds broke out in sad refrain, The sunbeams kissed his cheek again— Then, gathering up their blazing bars, They shook his name among the stars. O Stars, that now his brothers are, O Sun, his sire in truth and light, Go tell the list'ning worlds afar Of him who died for truth and right! For martyr of all martyrs he...
Side 171 - A tear stood In the General's eye: "My boy, I hate to see thee die — Give me the traitor's name and fly!" Young Davis smiled, as calm and free As he who walked on Galilee: "Had I a thousand lives to live, ' Had I a thousand lives to give, I'd lose them — nay, I'd gladly die Before I'd live one life, a lie!
Side 238 - Heah it am, gemmen ob de jury, 'I sed, 'wid truth in its eyes, an' lub in its hart— de embottled poem ob de yunerverse! Taste it, an' ef it am whisky— dat stuff wid cat-claws an...
Side 112 - ... room an' said quietly lak: " ' Majah Fellows, will you step heah er moment ?" "An' de Huntsville gemman stepped out on de po'ch an' we step back in de shadder, an' ole Marster, sez he: " ' Majah, I wuz a little hasty in my bet the other night. I had forgot dis boy had er young wife an

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