Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 páginas |
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... drum , Saying , " Come , Freemen , come , Ere your heritage be wasted ! " Said the quick alarming drum . " Let me of my heart take counsel- War is not of life the sum ; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come ...
... drum , Saying , " Come , Freemen , come , Ere your heritage be wasted ! " Said the quick alarming drum . " Let me of my heart take counsel- War is not of life the sum ; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come ...
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... drum Answered , " Come ! Better there in death united , Than in life a recreant ! Come ! " Thus they answered - hoping , fearing- Some in faith , and doubting some- " Till a trumpet voice , proclaiming , Said , " My chosen people , come ...
... drum Answered , " Come ! Better there in death united , Than in life a recreant ! Come ! " Thus they answered - hoping , fearing- Some in faith , and doubting some- " Till a trumpet voice , proclaiming , Said , " My chosen people , come ...
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... ones- Bear tenderly my dead ! " And then , with shrouded flags and drums , And soldiers ' arms revers'd , To glory's bed we bore the dead- Old Massachussetts first ! On headlands of New England , The strong Atlantic breaks OF THE WAR . 41.
... ones- Bear tenderly my dead ! " And then , with shrouded flags and drums , And soldiers ' arms revers'd , To glory's bed we bore the dead- Old Massachussetts first ! On headlands of New England , The strong Atlantic breaks OF THE WAR . 41.
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... drums beat ; We will bear him forth now , with slow , mournful feet , To the place of his rest , and then leave him to sleep With the sod for his pillow- It is only one grave , but , alas ! it is deep , And some life - path ' twill ...
... drums beat ; We will bear him forth now , with slow , mournful feet , To the place of his rest , and then leave him to sleep With the sod for his pillow- It is only one grave , but , alas ! it is deep , And some life - path ' twill ...
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... drum resounds ! " Stand ? Who comes there ? Pass not line ! " " Grand Rounds ! " " The Union Flag ! " · The Union Flag " Advance , with Countersign ! " " Relief ! All right ! Relief ! All right ! " } F. A. SPANGLE . RETURNING SOLDIERS ...
... drum resounds ! " Stand ? Who comes there ? Pass not line ! " " Grand Rounds ! " " The Union Flag ! " · The Union Flag " Advance , with Countersign ! " " Relief ! All right ! Relief ! All right ! " } F. A. SPANGLE . RETURNING SOLDIERS ...
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vista completa - 1863 |
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vista completa - 1864 |
Términos y frases comunes
ANONYMOUS arms banner battle BATTLE OF DAVIS BATTLE OF WILLIAMSBURG battle-field battle's bless blood brave breast breath bright brother brow cannon CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER clouds comrades country's crimson Crimson Patch dark dawn dead dear death dream drum dying E Pluribus Unum e'en earth eyes fall fame farewell father fear fell field fight flag flash Freedom friends gleaming gloom glorious glory grave hand hath hear heart Heaven HENRY HAYWARD heroes hope kiss land light lips lonely loved standard Minie ball morning mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night noble o'er pale patriot peace plain pray prayer rebel roar slain sleep smile soldier sorrow soul stars strife sweet sword tears tell thee thou thro traitors treason Union Union Flag victory voice waiting watch wave weary weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE wounded
Pasajes populares
Página 68 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Página 250 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : 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.
Página 230 - 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.
Página 36 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Página 186 - For their mother — may Heaven defend her! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips — when...
Página 35 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies!
Página 36 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 283 - Wake in our breasts the living fires. The holy faith that warmed our sires ; Thy hand hath made our Nation free ; To die for her is serving Thee.
Página 185 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep — For their mother — may Heaven defend her...
Página 250 - I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.