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... poor Cuffee , who , it seems , could not read , and imagining that one paper was as good as another , had brought one dated 1822. It is a little odd that this paper , which had floated so long down the stream of time , contained an ...
... poor Cuffee , who , it seems , could not read , and imagining that one paper was as good as another , had brought one dated 1822. It is a little odd that this paper , which had floated so long down the stream of time , contained an ...
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... Poor Fork at the Cumberland . Marched up its quicksand shores and beside the horizontal rock ledges that are natural for- tresses , ready made to the hand of the men of Harlan county to defend themselves from inva- sion by way of ...
... Poor Fork at the Cumberland . Marched up its quicksand shores and beside the horizontal rock ledges that are natural for- tresses , ready made to the hand of the men of Harlan county to defend themselves from inva- sion by way of ...
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... poor horses were sinking under the severe toil of marching , and it became a matter of prime military necessity to replenish the stock or leave straggling men on our re- treat . Every man having a worn - out horse was sent out with a ...
... poor horses were sinking under the severe toil of marching , and it became a matter of prime military necessity to replenish the stock or leave straggling men on our re- treat . Every man having a worn - out horse was sent out with a ...
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... poor cavalryman would be seen able shots or have miserable guns , for they have breaking up his saddle with a rock and cutting not touched a man since we left the railroad , ex- up the leather with a knife to prevent secesh cept Col ...
... poor cavalryman would be seen able shots or have miserable guns , for they have breaking up his saddle with a rock and cutting not touched a man since we left the railroad , ex- up the leather with a knife to prevent secesh cept Col ...
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... poor fellows jumped out to meet their fiendish assailants hand to hand . They were saluted with a shower of stones , but took to their heels , fighting their way through the crowd , and running at random , without knowing in what ...
... poor fellows jumped out to meet their fiendish assailants hand to hand . They were saluted with a shower of stones , but took to their heels , fighting their way through the crowd , and running at random , without knowing in what ...
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Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South : 1860-1865 Frank Moore Vista completa - 1866 |
Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865 Frank Moore Vista completa - 1867 |
Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South: 1860-1865 Frank Moore Vista completa - 1882 |
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Página 81 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. 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.
Página 372 - Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed, and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Página 81 - 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 261 - God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him might not perish, but have everlasting life.
Página 221 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Página 81 - 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 414 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Página 232 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 161 - From the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,...
Página 65 - Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing: a private or two, now and then, Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost, — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...