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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... sweet eyes and lips a faint warning , And choked down the tears when he eagerly spoke : " Dear mother , you know how these Northmen are crowing , They would trample the rights of the South in the dust ; The boys are all fire ; and they ...
... sweet eyes and lips a faint warning , And choked down the tears when he eagerly spoke : " Dear mother , you know how these Northmen are crowing , They would trample the rights of the South in the dust ; The boys are all fire ; and they ...
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... sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in heaven To meet the dear boy that enlisted to - day . ANONYMOUS . BETHEL . [ It was in the ill - fated attack of the Union forces on Big Bethel , near Newport ...
... sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in heaven To meet the dear boy that enlisted to - day . ANONYMOUS . BETHEL . [ It was in the ill - fated attack of the Union forces on Big Bethel , near Newport ...
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... sweets were in tune ; And the air was so calm , and the forest so dumb , That we heard our own heart - beats , like taps of a drum- " Column Forward ! " Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by a breeze ... sweet 48 BUGLE - ECHOES :
... sweets were in tune ; And the air was so calm , and the forest so dumb , That we heard our own heart - beats , like taps of a drum- " Column Forward ! " Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by a breeze ... sweet 48 BUGLE - ECHOES :
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... sweet breath Of the greenwood with low - brooding vapors of death ; O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast , And away to the forefront of battle we passed , - " Column ! Forward ! " For the cannon's hoarse thunder ...
... sweet breath Of the greenwood with low - brooding vapors of death ; O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast , And away to the forefront of battle we passed , - " Column ! Forward ! " For the cannon's hoarse thunder ...
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... sweet flowers , But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours ; And the sunshine of June , sprinkling gold on the corn , Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn- " " Column ! Forward ! " When our heroes , like ...
... sweet flowers , But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours ; And the sunshine of June , sprinkling gold on the corn , Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn- " " Column ! Forward ! " When our heroes , like ...
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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
Popular passages
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...