Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1864 - 408 pagini |
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... - an assertion which is re futed every hour of the day by the untutored voice of child- hood along our streets , the bass of the mechanic in the work- shop , as well as cultivated vocal strains , which 4 EDITOR'S PREFACE .
... - an assertion which is re futed every hour of the day by the untutored voice of child- hood along our streets , the bass of the mechanic in the work- shop , as well as cultivated vocal strains , which 4 EDITOR'S PREFACE .
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... voice of the people will , in the future , render a verdict in our favor . In making this collection , it is but proper here to state , that we have gathered together no less than four thousand poems , all possessed of more or less ...
... voice of the people will , in the future , render a verdict in our favor . In making this collection , it is but proper here to state , that we have gathered together no less than four thousand poems , all possessed of more or less ...
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... voice , and trembling stood , As if deprived of all his might , Then with his sword hid ' neath his wings , At once took to ignoble flight : But Peace remained with upraised hands , And beaming face so bright and fair , Then o'er the ...
... voice , and trembling stood , As if deprived of all his might , Then with his sword hid ' neath his wings , At once took to ignoble flight : But Peace remained with upraised hands , And beaming face so bright and fair , Then o'er the ...
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... man at last ! " Old Pluto heard the mighty voice , Which shook all hell , e'en to its base e ; And as Mars fled to shun the wrath , The Devil fell and hid his face ! Thus years rolled by - old Pluto worked , Now 26 POETICAL PEN - PICTURES.
... man at last ! " Old Pluto heard the mighty voice , Which shook all hell , e'en to its base e ; And as Mars fled to shun the wrath , The Devil fell and hid his face ! Thus years rolled by - old Pluto worked , Now 26 POETICAL PEN - PICTURES.
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... voice , proclaiming , Said , " My chosen people , come ! " Then the drum , Lo ! was dumb , For the great heart of the nation , Throbbing answered , " Lord , we come ! " T. B. HART . THE ARSENAL . THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WORK AT HARPER'S ...
... voice , proclaiming , Said , " My chosen people , come ! " Then the drum , Lo ! was dumb , For the great heart of the nation , Throbbing answered , " Lord , we come ! " T. B. HART . THE ARSENAL . THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WORK AT HARPER'S ...
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Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vizualizare completă - 1863 |
Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vizualizare completă - 1864 |
Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets John Henry Hayward Vizualizare completă - 1863 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANONYMOUS arms banner battle BATTLE OF DRANESVILLE BATTLE OF WILLIAMSBURG battle-field battle's bless blood brave breast breath bright brother brow cannon CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER cheer clouds comrades country's crimson Crimson Patch dark darling dead dear death dream drum dying E Pluribus Unum e'en earth eyes fall fame farewell father fear fell field fight flag flash Freedom friends gleaming gloom glorious glory grave hand hath hear heart Heaven HENRY HAYWARD hero hope kiss land light lips lonely loved standard MARCH Minie ball mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night noble o'er pale patriot peace plain pray prayer rebel roar slain sleep smile soldier sorrow soul stars strife sweet sword tears tell thee thou thro traitors treason Union Union Flag victory voice watch wave weary weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE wounded
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Pagina 34 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Pagina 183 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, — For their mother, — may Heaven defend her...
Pagina 183 - ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except, now and then, a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis...
Pagina 66 - Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Pagina 230 - Lord, how beautiful was Thy day ! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho ! brave hearts that went down in the seas ! Ye are at peace in the troubled stream ; Ho ! brave land ! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES.
Pagina 34 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade.
Pagina 66 - Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field.
Pagina 184 - For their mother — may Heaven defend her! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips — when low, murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Pagina 32 - Ere your heritage be wasted,' said the quick alarming drum. 'Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come ? But the drum Echoed, 'Come! Death shall reap the braver harvest,' said the solemn-sounding drum.
Pagina 230 - As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. "Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain, "Never!" our gallant Morris replies; "It is better to sink than to yield !" And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men.