Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336페이지 |
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... sweet eyes and lips a faint warning , And choked down the tears when he eagerly spoke : " Dear mother , you know how these Northmen are crowing , They would trample the rights of the South in the dust ; The boys are all fire ; and they ...
... sweet eyes and lips a faint warning , And choked down the tears when he eagerly spoke : " Dear mother , you know how these Northmen are crowing , They would trample the rights of the South in the dust ; The boys are all fire ; and they ...
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... sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in heaven To meet the dear boy that enlisted to - day . ANONYMOUS . BETHEL . [ It was in the ill - fated attack of the Union forces on Big Bethel , near Newport ...
... sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in heaven To meet the dear boy that enlisted to - day . ANONYMOUS . BETHEL . [ It was in the ill - fated attack of the Union forces on Big Bethel , near Newport ...
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... 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 breeze ... sweet 48 BUGLE - ECHOES :
... 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 breeze ... sweet 48 BUGLE - ECHOES :
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... sweet breath Of the greenwood with low - brooding vapors of death ; O'er the 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 ...
... sweet breath Of the greenwood with low - brooding vapors of death ; O'er the 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 ...
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... sweet 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 ...
... sweet 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 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.
66 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.
124 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...
292 페이지 - 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 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...
126 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!
242 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.
125 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.
327 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...