James Ryder Randall,
Maryland, My Maryland and There’s Life in the Old Land Yet
(1862)
“ I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line’s bugle fife and drum, Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb— Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! she burns! she’ll come! she’ll come! ”
James Ryder Randall,
Maryland, My Maryland and There’s Life in the Old Land Yet
(1862)
“ As modest a man as he is accomplished as a writer, distinguished not less for exemplary life and social merits than for natural gifts and cultivation of mind, he is not a person likely to be spoiled by either popular admiration or critical praise, though, unhappily such organizations are but too often suppressed by neglect. ”
James Ryder Randall,
Maryland, My Maryland and There’s Life in the Old Land Yet
(1862)
“ There’s Life in the Old Land Yet. [From the New Orleans Delta.] “Graves are better hid by flowers than by snow.” Jean Paul. If the grave of unhappy Maryland were really dug and its mound heaped by the minions of despotism, there would not be wanting lovely forms and tender hearts to robe its sod with flowers. ”
