Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 páginas |
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... Waiting For News , When He Is Away , 164 175 188 257 349 67 97 109 118 128 151 170 With " Victor " On His Crest , 181 When the Din of War is Ended , 195 We Will Fight As Of Old , 196 War Christian's Thanksgiving , The 198 Will They Weep ...
... Waiting For News , When He Is Away , 164 175 188 257 349 67 97 109 118 128 151 170 With " Victor " On His Crest , 181 When the Din of War is Ended , 195 We Will Fight As Of Old , 196 War Christian's Thanksgiving , The 198 Will They Weep ...
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... waiting but to do my will . " This is a cunning way I have Of making man mankind betray , I send them fiends in human shape , Who give advice , and they obey ; If man knew what he was about , While passing through life's busy mart , He ...
... waiting but to do my will . " This is a cunning way I have Of making man mankind betray , I send them fiends in human shape , Who give advice , and they obey ; If man knew what he was about , While passing through life's busy mart , He ...
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... waiting , sadly waiting , ' Neath the trysting tree- Waiting for thy welcome footsteps , And thy smile of love for me . Evening shadows fast are falling , Night comes on apace , Vainly through the dusk I'm peering . Thy dear form to ...
... waiting , sadly waiting , ' Neath the trysting tree- Waiting for thy welcome footsteps , And thy smile of love for me . Evening shadows fast are falling , Night comes on apace , Vainly through the dusk I'm peering . Thy dear form to ...
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... thy singing , As on childhood's ear it fell ; Love most gracious - now so precious- Hark ! " He doeth all things well . " LAURA ELMER . WAITING FOR NEWS . CAPTURE OF CAMP TALBOT , MO OF THE WAR . 127 Dying on the Battle-field,
... thy singing , As on childhood's ear it fell ; Love most gracious - now so precious- Hark ! " He doeth all things well . " LAURA ELMER . WAITING FOR NEWS . CAPTURE OF CAMP TALBOT , MO OF THE WAR . 127 Dying on the Battle-field,
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... waiting , Waiting so anxious , the dark tide's abating ! Waiting all breathless , in agonized anguish , Living by heart - throbs that spring up - then languish ; Catching each sound that comes back from the battle , Dark shrieks and ...
... waiting , Waiting so anxious , the dark tide's abating ! Waiting all breathless , in agonized anguish , Living by heart - throbs that spring up - then languish ; Catching each sound that comes back from the battle , Dark shrieks and ...
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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.