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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... Looked forward through the centuries , And saw the seeds which sages cast In the world's soil in cycles past Spring up and blossom at the last . Saw how the souls of men had grown , And where the scythes of Truth had mown Clear space ...
... Looked forward through the centuries , And saw the seeds which sages cast In the world's soil in cycles past Spring up and blossom at the last . Saw how the souls of men had grown , And where the scythes of Truth had mown Clear space ...
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... looked forth From eyes of troubled brightness ; Sad soul ! the burden of the North Had pressed out all its lightness . He gazed upon the unequal fight , His ranks all rent and gory , And felt the shadows close like night Round his ...
... looked forth From eyes of troubled brightness ; Sad soul ! the burden of the North Had pressed out all its lightness . He gazed upon the unequal fight , His ranks all rent and gory , And felt the shadows close like night Round his ...
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... - wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so suddenly flashing ? It looked like a rifle .... " Ha ! Mary , good - by ! " And the life - blood is ebbing and plashing . All quiet along the Potomac to - night ; No 68 BUGLE - ECHOES :
... - wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so suddenly flashing ? It looked like a rifle .... " Ha ! Mary , good - by ! " And the life - blood is ebbing and plashing . All quiet along the Potomac to - night ; No 68 BUGLE - ECHOES :
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... fallen vidette ; For he looked so like you as he lay on his back That my heart rose upon me , and masters me yet . " But I snatched off the trinket - this locket 70 BUGLE - ECHOES : છૂ THE FANCY SHOT Charles Dawson Shanly.
... fallen vidette ; For he looked so like you as he lay on his back That my heart rose upon me , and masters me yet . " But I snatched off the trinket - this locket 70 BUGLE - ECHOES : છૂ THE FANCY SHOT Charles Dawson Shanly.
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... looked down on all , And all was clear and bright But the low fog's chilling breath ; Up the river of Death Sailed the Great Admiral . On our high poop - deck he stood , And POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR . 81 THE RIVER FIGHT Henry Howard Brownell.
... looked down on all , And all was clear and bright But the low fog's chilling breath ; Up the river of Death Sailed the Great Admiral . On our high poop - deck he stood , And POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR . 81 THE RIVER FIGHT Henry Howard Brownell.
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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...