Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336 էջ |
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... ROLL - CALL .... ...... BY CHICKAMAUGA RIVER .. THE BATTLE IN THE CLOUDS ..... AFTER ALL ... .... OUR CHRISTMAS HYMN . NEW YEAR'S EVE .. ULRIC DAHLGREN . OBSEQUIES OF STUART • Anonymous . 192 ..Bret Harte . 194 Anonymous . 197 .N . G ...
... ROLL - CALL .... ...... BY CHICKAMAUGA RIVER .. THE BATTLE IN THE CLOUDS ..... AFTER ALL ... .... OUR CHRISTMAS HYMN . NEW YEAR'S EVE .. ULRIC DAHLGREN . OBSEQUIES OF STUART • Anonymous . 192 ..Bret Harte . 194 Anonymous . 197 .N . G ...
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... Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky : Man breaks not the medal , when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will brighten ...
... Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky : Man breaks not the medal , when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will brighten ...
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... roll , Better the shot , the blade , the bowl , Than crucifixion of the soul , Maryland , my Maryland ! I hear the distant thunder - hum , Maryland ! The " Old Line's " bugle , fife , and drum , Maryland ! She is not dead , nor deaf ...
... roll , Better the shot , the blade , the bowl , Than crucifixion of the soul , Maryland , my Maryland ! I hear the distant thunder - hum , Maryland ! The " Old Line's " bugle , fife , and drum , Maryland ! She is not dead , nor deaf ...
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... roll ! Born free , we thus resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! Our wives and children look on high , Pray God to smile upon the right ! And bid us in the deadly fight As freemen live or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
... roll ! Born free , we thus resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! Our wives and children look on high , Pray God to smile upon the right ! And bid us in the deadly fight As freemen live or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
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... roll ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And to this oath the dead reply- Our valiant fathers ' sacred ghosts- These with us , and the God of hosts , We will be free or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
... roll ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And to this oath the dead reply- Our valiant fathers ' sacred ghosts- These with us , and the God of hosts , We will be free or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
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Bugle Echoes: A Collection of the Poetry of the Civil War, Northern and Southern Francis Fisher Browne Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1886 |
Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and Southern Francis Fisher Browne Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1916 |
Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and Southern Francis Fisher Browne Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1886 |
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner battle beneath blood blow blue Bonnie Blue Flag brave breast breath BRET HARTE brother brow bugles bury our dead cannon cheer Column comrades dark dear death died Dixie 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 stood sweet sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder to-day traitor Twas victory wave weary weep wind wounded
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Էջ 287 - 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.
Էջ 66 - 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.
Էջ 124 - 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...
Էջ 292 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 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...
Էջ 290 - 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...
Էջ 126 - 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!
Էջ 242 - 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.
Էջ 125 - 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.
Էջ 327 - BY the flow of the inland river. Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Էջ 24 - Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland ! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust...