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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Barbara Frietchie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up from the meadows rich with corn,<br>Clear in the cool September morn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clustered spires of Frederick stand<br>Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round about them orchards sweep,<br>Apple and peach tree fruited deep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair as the garden of the Lord<br>To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that pleasant morn of the early fall<br>When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the mountains winding down,<br>Horse and foot, into Frederick town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty flags with their silver stars,<br>Forty flags with their crimson bars,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flapped in the morning wind: the sun<br>Of noon looked down, and saw not one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,<br>Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bravest of all in Frederick town,<br>She took up the flag the men hauled down;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her attic window the staff she set,<br>To show that one heart was loyal yet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up the street came the rebel tread,<br>Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under his slouched hat left and right<br>He glanced; the old flag met his sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Halt!' - the dust-brown ranks stood fast.<br>'Fire!' - out blazed the rifle-blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It shivered the window, pane and sash;<br>It rent the banner with seam and gash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff<br>Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaned far out on the window-sill,<br>And shook it forth with a royal will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,<br>But spare your country's flag,' she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,<br>Over the face of the leader came;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nobler nature within him stirred<br>To life at that woman's deed and word;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who touches a hair of yon gray head<br>Dies like a dog! March on! he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day long through Frederick street<br>Sounded the tread of marching feet:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day long that free flag tost<br>Over the heads of the rebel host.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever its torn folds rose and fell<br>On the loyal winds that loved it well;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the hill-gaps sunset light<br>Shone over it with a warm good-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,<br>And the Rebel rides on his raids nor more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honor to her! and let a tear<br>Fall, for her sake, on Stonewalls' bier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,<br>Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace and order and beauty draw<br>Round they symbol of light and law;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever the stars above look down<br>On thy stars below in Frederick town!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the L..."></div>
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