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" Leaped up to his lips, — when low, murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. "
Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore - Página 95
por Frank Moore - 1864
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...through the broad belt of light. Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle— "Ah! Mary, good-by!" And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac tonight....
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The Wisconsin Farmer, Volumen14

1862 - 500 páginas
...his place, As if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, tho blasted pine tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest as dreary. HI ik I was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ! Was it moonlight...
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An Errand to the South in the Summer of 1862

William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - 354 páginas
...to keep down the heart-swelling. v. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight...
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The Intermediate Reader: For the Use of Schools : with an Introductory ...

George Stillman Hillard - 1843 - 260 páginas
...face dark and grim, THE INTERMEDIATE HEADER. 7. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, His footstep is lagging' and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. 8. Hark 1 was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight...
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets

John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 páginas
...are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind...
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Pen-pictures of the War: Lyrics, Incidents, and Sketches of the Rebellion ...

1864 - 356 páginas
...are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The...Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It...
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets

John Henry Hayward - 1864 - 418 páginas
...are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind...
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Lessons in Elocution ...

A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 páginas
...are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, The footstep...Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light Towards the shades of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves, Was...
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Memories of the Southern States

Elizabeth Collins - 1865 - 132 páginas
...if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight...
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Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War

Richard Grant White - 1866 - 352 páginas
...are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, — The...wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle : " Ha ! Mary, good-bye ! " And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night, — No...
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