| Author |
Quotes |
| Abraham Coles | Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing! |
| Alfred Noyes | This is the song of the wind as it came, Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame |
| George P Morris | "A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station; "United we stand--divided we fall!" It made and preserves us a nation! |
| George P Morris | The flag of our Union forever! |
| Henry Holcomb Bennett | Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by. |
| John A Dix | If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot. |
| Joseph Rodman Drake | When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. |
| Joseph Rodman Drake | Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valour given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome; And all thy hues were born in heaven. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | Ay, here her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale. |
| Rudyard Kipling | What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare, Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there. |
| Sir Edward Bruce Hamley | A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole, It does not look likely to stir a man's soul. 'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag, When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag. |
| Thomas Campbell | The meteor flag of England. |
| Thomas Campbell | Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! |
| Thomas Moore | Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves. |
| John Milton | Under the sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras. |
| John Milton | The imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. |
| John Milton | Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow But firm battalion. |
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