Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... flowering banner must never be furled , For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world ! Go , then , our rash sister ! afar and aloof , Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof ; But when your heart aches and your feet have ...
... flowering banner must never be furled , For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world ! Go , then , our rash sister ! afar and aloof , Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof ; But when your heart aches and your feet have ...
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... flower of Seventy - six is bursting into bloom . Dear is the time of roses , when earth to joy is wed , And garden - plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red ; But now in dearer beauty , to her ancient colors true , Blooms the old ...
... flower of Seventy - six is bursting into bloom . Dear is the time of roses , when earth to joy is wed , And garden - plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red ; But now in dearer beauty , to her ancient colors true , Blooms the old ...
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... flowers and the foliage with sweets were in tune ; And the air was so calm , and the forest so dumb , That we heard our own heart - beats , like taps of a drum- " Column ! Forward ! " Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by a ...
... flowers and the foliage with sweets were in tune ; And the air was so calm , and the forest so dumb , That we heard our own heart - beats , like taps of a drum- " Column ! Forward ! " Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by a ...
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... flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast , And away to the forefront of battle we passed , — " Column ! Forward ! " For the cannon's hoarse thunder roared out from the glades , And the sun was like lightning on banners and blades ...
... flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast , And away to the forefront of battle we passed , — " Column ! Forward ! " For the cannon's hoarse thunder roared out from the glades , And the sun was like lightning on banners and blades ...
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... flowers , But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours ; And the sunshine of June , sprinkling gold on the corn , Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn- " Column ! Forward ! " When our heroes , like ...
... flowers , But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours ; And the sunshine of June , sprinkling gold on the corn , Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn- " Column ! Forward ! " When our heroes , like ...
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner battle beneath blood blow blue Bonnie Blue Flag brave breast breath BRET HARTE brother brow bugles bury our dead cannon cheer Column comrades dark dear death died Dixie 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 stood sweet sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder to-day traitor Twas victory wave weary weep wind wounded
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287 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 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...
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - BY the flow of the inland river. Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland ! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust...