Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336 pages |
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... GRAY .. THE TOURNAMENT .. ..James R. Lowell . 316 Paul H. Hayne . 319 ..Henry Timrod . 321 Henry Peterson . 322 Theodore P. Cook . 325 Francis Miles Finch . 327 ..Sidney Lanier . 328 PREFATORY . THIS collection of Poetry of the Civil ...
... GRAY .. THE TOURNAMENT .. ..James R. Lowell . 316 Paul H. Hayne . 319 ..Henry Timrod . 321 Henry Peterson . 322 Theodore P. Cook . 325 Francis Miles Finch . 327 ..Sidney Lanier . 328 PREFATORY . THIS collection of Poetry of the Civil ...
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... gray cliffs that mock The whirlwind ; stand in her defence : The blast as soon shall move the rock , As rushing squadrons bear ye thence . And ye whose homes are by her grand Swift rivers , rising far away , Come from the depth of her ...
... gray cliffs that mock The whirlwind ; stand in her defence : The blast as soon shall move the rock , As rushing squadrons bear ye thence . And ye whose homes are by her grand Swift rivers , rising far away , Come from the depth of her ...
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... friend ; you're crippled , old , and gray , And we have need of younger arms and fresher blood to - day . " " But , General , ” cried the veteran , POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR . 43 H Webb SCOTT AND THE VETERAN Bayard Taylor.
... friend ; you're crippled , old , and gray , And we have need of younger arms and fresher blood to - day . " " But , General , ” cried the veteran , POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR . 43 H Webb SCOTT AND THE VETERAN Bayard Taylor.
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... gray and hoary ; It gathered like a funeral pall , Now broken , and now blended , Where rang the bugle's angry call , And rank with rank contended . Four thousand men , as brave and true As e'er went forth in daring , Upon the foe that ...
... gray and hoary ; It gathered like a funeral pall , Now broken , and now blended , Where rang the bugle's angry call , And rank with rank contended . Four thousand men , as brave and true As e'er went forth in daring , Upon the foe that ...
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... gray , I pressed her weeping to my heart ; Too proud of me to bid me stay , Too fond of me to let me go , — I had to tear myself away , And left her , stolid in my woe . So rose the dream - so passed the night— When , distant in the ...
... gray , I pressed her weeping to my heart ; Too proud of me to bid me stay , Too fond of me to let me go , — I had to tear myself away , And left her , stolid in my woe . So rose the dream - so passed the night— When , distant in the ...
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner Barbara Frietchie battle bless blood blow blue brave breast breath BRET HARTE brother brow bugles bury our dead cannon cheer Column comrades dark dear death deck died dream drum EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes face fall Father fell field fight fire flag flame flowers FORCEYTHE WILLSON fought gallant gleam glory grave gray guns hand hear heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL HENRY TIMROD heroes Hurrah John Burns JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light lips looked Maryland mighty morning never night o'er passed PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE peace ranks rebel Regiment RICHARD HENRY STODDARD river roar roll rose round sabre ship shore shout shroud sleep smile soldier song soul stars Stonewall stood sweet sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder to-day Twas Ulric Dahlgren victory wave weary weep wind wounded
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Page 283 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Page 65 - 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.
Page 64 - 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 241 - Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battlefield calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. " Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed; And the landscape sped away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
Page 122 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...
Page 286 - I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war...
Page 124 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 238 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 124 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall; Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Of noon looked down and saw not one.
Page 288 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...