Under Both Flags: A Panorama of the Great Civil War as Represented in Story, Anecdote, Adventure, and the Romance of Reality

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George Morley Vickers
People's Publishing Company, 1896 - 592 pages
 

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Page 454 - 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...
Page 454 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "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.
Page 454 - 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...
Page 459 - For thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! But lo! there surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland, My Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland, My Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland!
Page 456 - Hurrah ! hurrah ! we bring the jubilee ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! the flag that makes you free ! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 459 - Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland, my Maryland ! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland ! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland ! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland, my Maryland ! I hear the distant thunder-hum, Maryland ! The Old Line's...
Page 459 - My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust. And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland, my Maryland! Come ! 'tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come with thy panoplied array, Maryland!
Page 245 - Let -us pass over the river, and rest Under the shade of the trees.
Page 458 - To live or die for Dixie! To arms ! To arms ! And conquer peace for Dixie ! To arms ! To arms ! And conquer peace for Dixie ! Hear the Northern thunders mutter ! Northern flags in South winds flutter!
Page 483 - Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before.

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