Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336페이지 |
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... weary of watching , and started Alone on the journey his father had gone . It is many a year - and this afternoon , sitting At Robby's old window , I heard the band play , And suddenly ceased dreaming over my knitting , To recollect ...
... weary of watching , and started Alone on the journey his father had gone . It is many a year - and this afternoon , sitting At Robby's old window , I heard the band play , And suddenly ceased dreaming over my knitting , To recollect ...
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... weary ; Yet onward he goes , through the broad belt of light , Toward the shades of the forest so dreary . Hark ! was it the night - wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so suddenly flashing ? It looked like a rifle .... " Ha ...
... weary ; Yet onward he goes , through the broad belt of light , Toward the shades of the forest so dreary . Hark ! was it the night - wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so suddenly flashing ? It looked like a rifle .... " Ha ...
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... weary hours pass slow , The night is very dark and still ; And in the marshes far below I hear the bearded whippoorwill ; I scarce can see a yard ahead , My ears are strained to catch each sound ; I hear the leaves about me shed , And ...
... weary hours pass slow , The night is very dark and still ; And in the marshes far below I hear the bearded whippoorwill ; I scarce can see a yard ahead , My ears are strained to catch each sound ; I hear the leaves about me shed , And ...
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... Weary war with the bated breath , Skeleton boy against skeleton Death . Months of torture , how many such ! Weary weeks of the stick and crutch ! Still a glint in the steel - blue eye Spoke of the spirit that would not die , And didn't ...
... Weary war with the bated breath , Skeleton boy against skeleton Death . Months of torture , how many such ! Weary weeks of the stick and crutch ! Still a glint in the steel - blue eye Spoke of the spirit that would not die , And didn't ...
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... weary with the house , And with the little one . But he is sleeping sweetly now , With all our pretty brood ; So come and sit upon my knee , And it will do me good . " Oh , Marty ! I must tell you all The trouble in my heart , And you ...
... weary with the house , And with the little one . But he is sleeping sweetly now , With all our pretty brood ; So come and sit upon my knee , And it will do me good . " Oh , Marty ! I must tell you all The trouble in my heart , And you ...
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner Barbara Frietchie battle bless blood blow blue brave breast breath BRET HARTE brother brow bugles bury our dead cannon cheer Column comrades dark dear death deck died dream drum EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes face fall Father fell field fight fire flag flame flowers FORCEYTHE WILLSON fought gallant gleam glory grave gray guns hand hear heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL HENRY TIMROD heroes Hurrah John Burns JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light lips looked Maryland mighty morning never night o'er passed PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE peace ranks rebel Regiment RICHARD HENRY STODDARD river roar roll rose round sabre ship shore shout shroud sleep smile soldier song soul stars Stonewall stood sweet sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder to-day Twas Ulric Dahlgren victory wave weary weep wind wounded
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283 페이지 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
65 페이지 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, "While God is marching on.
64 페이지 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
241 페이지 - Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battlefield calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. " Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed; And the landscape sped away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
122 페이지 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, 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 a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...
286 페이지 - I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war...
124 페이지 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
238 페이지 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
124 페이지 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall; Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Of noon looked down and saw not one.
288 페이지 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...