Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 pagini |
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... Kiss , 225 • Issue's Made , The In War Time , 354 373 Investment , The 395 List of the Killed , 79 Loyal Slain , The 100 Last Sunday at Home , The 105 Loyal America , 114 Little Soldier , The 125 Letters From Home , 140 Listen , 142 ...
... Kiss , 225 • Issue's Made , The In War Time , 354 373 Investment , The 395 List of the Killed , 79 Loyal Slain , The 100 Last Sunday at Home , The 105 Loyal America , 114 Little Soldier , The 125 Letters From Home , 140 Listen , 142 ...
Pagina 49
... kisses have pressed these lips , now so white , What hearts wild and breaking , Would give years of life to stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a home that is dark for the ...
... kisses have pressed these lips , now so white , What hearts wild and breaking , Would give years of life to stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a home that is dark for the ...
Pagina 64
... kiss no more ! Even there comes between her sight And the glory that they rave about ; A pale , dead brow , and eyes whose light Of splendor hath gone out ! The midnight glory of his hair , Where , late , her fingers like a flood Of ...
... kiss no more ! Even there comes between her sight And the glory that they rave about ; A pale , dead brow , and eyes whose light Of splendor hath gone out ! The midnight glory of his hair , Where , late , her fingers like a flood Of ...
Pagina 65
... the night ! In mercy tell her that his name Is not upon that fatal list ; That not among the heaps of slain , Lie low the lips she's kissed ! EDWARD GLYNDON . ! I AM STILL ALIVE AND WELL AFTER THE FIGHT AT OF THE WAR . 65.
... the night ! In mercy tell her that his name Is not upon that fatal list ; That not among the heaps of slain , Lie low the lips she's kissed ! EDWARD GLYNDON . ! I AM STILL ALIVE AND WELL AFTER THE FIGHT AT OF THE WAR . 65.
Pagina 74
... kiss as she breathed a farewell , He tho❜t of a bower , with the green woodbine clinging , A type of the love which his proud heart had won , And dark woodland path with cheerful strains ringing And soft voice combin'd with the lute's ...
... kiss as she breathed a farewell , He tho❜t of a bower , with the green woodbine clinging , A type of the love which his proud heart had won , And dark woodland path with cheerful strains ringing And soft voice combin'd with the lute's ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANONYMOUS arms banner battle BATTLE OF DAVIS BATTLE OF WILLIAMSBURG battle-field battle's bless blood brave breast breath bright brother brow cannon CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER clouds comrades country's crimson Crimson Patch dark dawn 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 heroes hope kiss land light lips lonely loved standard Minie ball morning 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 waiting watch wave weary weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE wounded
Pasaje populare
Pagina 68 - 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.
Pagina 250 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : 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.
Pagina 230 - 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.
Pagina 36 - 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 186 - 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...
Pagina 35 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies!
Pagina 36 - 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 283 - Wake in our breasts the living fires. The holy faith that warmed our sires ; Thy hand hath made our Nation free ; To die for her is serving Thee.
Pagina 185 - 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 250 - I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.