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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... rose Ör stab him with a thorn . Does any falter ? let him turn To some brave maiden's eyes , And catch the holy fires that burn In those sublunar skies . Oh , could you like your women feel , And in their spirit march , A day might see ...
... rose Ör stab him with a thorn . Does any falter ? let him turn To some brave maiden's eyes , And catch the holy fires that burn In those sublunar skies . Oh , could you like your women feel , And in their spirit march , A day might see ...
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... roses , when earth to joy is wed , And garden - plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red ; But now in dearer beauty , to her ancient colors true , Blooms the old town of Boston in red and white and blue . Along the whole awakening ...
... roses , when earth to joy is wed , And garden - plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red ; But now in dearer beauty , to her ancient colors true , Blooms the old town of Boston in red and white and blue . Along the whole awakening ...
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... rose , And bore its stars in triumph behind the flying foes . " Have you forgotten , General , " the battered soldier cried , " The days of Eighteen Hundred Twelve , when I was at your side ? Have you forgotten Johnson , that fought at ...
... rose , And bore its stars in triumph behind the flying foes . " Have you forgotten , General , " the battered soldier cried , " The days of Eighteen Hundred Twelve , when I was at your side ? Have you forgotten Johnson , that fought at ...
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... heart that is lying , And bid all the fears in my bosom be dumb . I shall sit in the window when summer is lying Out over the fields , and the honey - bee's hum Lulls the rose at the porch from her tremulous sigh- 46 BUGLE - ECHOES :
... heart that is lying , And bid all the fears in my bosom be dumb . I shall sit in the window when summer is lying Out over the fields , and the honey - bee's hum Lulls the rose at the porch from her tremulous sigh- 46 BUGLE - ECHOES :
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... rose at the porch from her tremulous sigh- ing , And watch for the face of my darling to come . And if he should fall - his young life he has given For freedom's sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in ...
... rose at the porch from her tremulous sigh- ing , And watch for the face of my darling to come . And if he should fall - his young life he has given For freedom's sweet sake ; and for me , I will pray Once more with my Harry and Robby in ...
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Bugle Echoes: A Collection of the Poetry of the Civil War, Northern and Southern Francis Fisher Browne Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1886 |
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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...