Memorial Day (Decoration Day) Its Celebration, Spirit, and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse: With a Non-sectional Anthology of the Civil War, 6. köideRobert Haven Schauffler Moffat, Yard, 1911 - 327 pages |
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... fell ' fore Richmond in the seven long days . When battle raged from morn till blood - dewed eve , And lies there , " one pale widowed mourner says , And knows not most to triumph or to grieve . " My boy fell at Fair Oaks , " another ...
... fell ' fore Richmond in the seven long days . When battle raged from morn till blood - dewed eve , And lies there , " one pale widowed mourner says , And knows not most to triumph or to grieve . " My boy fell at Fair Oaks , " another ...
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... fell . Softly the grass blades creep round their repose ; Sweetly above them the wild flowret blows ; Zephyrs of freedom fly gently o'erhead , Whispering prayers for the patriot dead . When the long years have rolled slowly away , E'en ...
... fell . Softly the grass blades creep round their repose ; Sweetly above them the wild flowret blows ; Zephyrs of freedom fly gently o'erhead , Whispering prayers for the patriot dead . When the long years have rolled slowly away , E'en ...
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... fell like an eclipse on the Na- tion ; that another died of disease while wearily wait- ing for winter to end ; that this one fell on the field , in sight of the spires of Richmond , little dreaming that the flag must be carried through ...
... fell like an eclipse on the Na- tion ; that another died of disease while wearily wait- ing for winter to end ; that this one fell on the field , in sight of the spires of Richmond , little dreaming that the flag must be carried through ...
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... fell ; Born where the heroes and martyrs were dying , Torn by the fury of bullet and shell . Ah , but the day is past : silent the rattle , And the confusion that followed the fight . Peace to the heroes who died in the battle , Martyrs ...
... fell ; Born where the heroes and martyrs were dying , Torn by the fury of bullet and shell . Ah , but the day is past : silent the rattle , And the confusion that followed the fight . Peace to the heroes who died in the battle , Martyrs ...
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... fell , not knowing what would be the result of the conflict . Other thousands were permitted to return and enjoy for a period the bless- ings they purchased for their countrymen . Then they , too , fell by the wayside , weary with the ...
... fell , not knowing what would be the result of the conflict . Other thousands were permitted to return and enjoy for a period the bless- ings they purchased for their countrymen . Then they , too , fell by the wayside , weary with the ...
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Common terms and phrases
American arms army banner battle beneath blood blue boys brave breath brigade brothers brow bugles cheer Colonel commander comrades dead dear death deck DECORATION DAY Dixie drums earth eyes face fathers fell field fight fire Fitz Hugh flag flowers fought FRANCIS BRET HARTE Gahogan Gildersleeve glory graves gray guns hand hear heard heart heaven HENRY TIMROD heroes heroic honor hundred Hurrah land light lips live looked LUCY LARCOM marching marching through Georgia MEMORIAL DAY Mifflin nation never night North o'er passed patriotism PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE peace regiment Republic rest RICHARD WATSON GILDER roar rose shout silent sleep smile soldiers soul South Southern stand stars storm sword tears tell thee THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou thousand thunder to-day tramp Union valor veterans victory voice Waldron WALT WHITMAN wave word wounded yonder Zouave
Popular passages
Page 124 - 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.
Page 145 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, 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...
Page 178 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 126 - 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 125 - 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 154 - After four years of arduous service marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude the Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources. I need not tell the survivors of so many hard fought battles who have remained steadfast to the last that I have consented to this result from no distrust of them. But feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could compensate for the loss that...
Page 43 - I have lived, Sir, a long time; and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth, that God governs in the affairs of men.
Page 229 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Page 161 - ... sacrifice — what does he find when, having followed the battlestained cross against overwhelming odds, dreading death not half so much as surrender, he reaches the home he left so prosperous and beautiful? He finds his house in ruins, his farm devastated, his slaves free, his stock killed, his barns empty, his trade destroyed, his money worthless; his social system, feudal in its magnificence, swept away; his people without law or legal status, his comrades slain, and the burdens of others...
Page 217 - See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better. Alas poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be better, that brave and simple soul,) While they stand at home at the door he is dead already, The only son is dead. But the mother needs to be better, She with thin form presently drest in black, By day her meals untouch'd, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking, In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing, O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent...