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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... , • U. S. SANITARY COMMISSION WORK , SHERIDAN'S RIDE , SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA , 80 80 • 124 • · 184 242 242 · 276 292 • LEE SAYING FAREWELL TO HIS SOLDIERS , ABRAHAM LINCOLN , • Across the years full rounded to a score Since Peace.
... , • U. S. SANITARY COMMISSION WORK , SHERIDAN'S RIDE , SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA , 80 80 • 124 • · 184 242 242 · 276 292 • LEE SAYING FAREWELL TO HIS SOLDIERS , ABRAHAM LINCOLN , • Across the years full rounded to a score Since Peace.
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... rounded to a score Since Peace advancing with her olive wand Restored the sunshine to our desolate land , Come thronging back the memories of War : Again the drums beat and the cannons roar , And patriot fires by every breeze are fanned ...
... rounded to a score Since Peace advancing with her olive wand Restored the sunshine to our desolate land , Come thronging back the memories of War : Again the drums beat and the cannons roar , And patriot fires by every breeze are fanned ...
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... Round the fort in Charleston Bay , Hung the dark impending fray , Soon to fall ; And that Sumter's brave defender Had the summons to surrender Seventy loyal hearts and tender- ( Those were all ! ) And we knew the April sun Lit the ...
... Round the fort in Charleston Bay , Hung the dark impending fray , Soon to fall ; And that Sumter's brave defender Had the summons to surrender Seventy loyal hearts and tender- ( Those were all ! ) And we knew the April sun Lit the ...
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... Round the quick alarming drum— Saying , " Come , Freemen , come ! Ere your heritage be wasted , ” said the quick alarm- ing drum . " Let me of my heart take counsel : War is not of life the sum ; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When ...
... Round the quick alarming drum— Saying , " Come , Freemen , come ! Ere your heritage be wasted , ” said the quick alarm- ing drum . " Let me of my heart take counsel : War is not of life the sum ; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When ...
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... round the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star ! We've borne the Yankee trickery , The Yankee gibe and sneer , Till Yankee insolence and pride Know neither shame nor fear ; But ready now with shot and steel Their brazen front to ...
... round the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star ! We've borne the Yankee trickery , The Yankee gibe and sneer , Till Yankee insolence and pride Know neither shame nor fear ; But ready now with shot and steel Their brazen front to ...
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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...