Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 páginas |
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... smile of peace and contentment But now hangs the dark mantle of death and of war . Our fathers , who left us to fight for the Union- Our brothers , who rushed forth to battle for right— Are still firm defending our loved Constitution ...
... smile of peace and contentment But now hangs the dark mantle of death and of war . Our fathers , who left us to fight for the Union- Our brothers , who rushed forth to battle for right— Are still firm defending our loved Constitution ...
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... smile me down And controvert thus all I state : A pretty pass has come indeed , When you presume thus to deny That I have made the world by war , And raised the human standard high ! ' " You may be right , " said Peace ; " yet stay , If ...
... smile me down And controvert thus all I state : A pretty pass has come indeed , When you presume thus to deny That I have made the world by war , And raised the human standard high ! ' " You may be right , " said Peace ; " yet stay , If ...
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... smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans wide and deep , North bounded by a chain of lakes , While its South shores a gulf doth sweep . " " Indeed , you much mistaken are , Or I ...
... smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans wide and deep , North bounded by a chain of lakes , While its South shores a gulf doth sweep . " " Indeed , you much mistaken are , Or I ...
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... smile , He clenched his hands , all grim and red , " A pretty pass , it were indeed , To give myself the downright lie ; I've said it , Peace ! —it shall be so , E'en if , by it , all mankind die ! " Now all this time the God of gods ...
... smile , He clenched his hands , all grim and red , " A pretty pass , it were indeed , To give myself the downright lie ; I've said it , Peace ! —it shall be so , E'en if , by it , all mankind die ! " Now all this time the God of gods ...
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... smile , Indeed he seem'd quite full of fun , And said— “ That few men paused to think What kind of throne they sat upon ! " The god of war in a few words , The purpose of his visit told , Old Pluto's eyes looked deadly hate , But smiled ...
... smile , Indeed he seem'd quite full of fun , And said— “ That few men paused to think What kind of throne they sat upon ! " The god of war in a few words , The purpose of his visit told , Old Pluto's eyes looked deadly hate , But smiled ...
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vista completa - 1863 |
Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vista completa - 1864 |
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.