Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 pagini |
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Pagina 47
... rest ; The silver moonbeams lightly beam Upon the harbor's breast . But hark , from yonder ship a sound Disturbs the silence reigning ' round ; It is the frigate's midnight bell , And watch proclaiming " All's well ! " " All's well ...
... rest ; The silver moonbeams lightly beam Upon the harbor's breast . But hark , from yonder ship a sound Disturbs the silence reigning ' round ; It is the frigate's midnight bell , And watch proclaiming " All's well ! " " All's well ...
Pagina 49
... rest , and then leave him to sleep With the sod for his pillow- It is only one grave , but , alas ! it is deep , And some life - path ' twill shadow . FLETTA . THE SQUADRON IS FORMING . SKIRMISH AT FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE OF THE WAR . 49.
... rest , and then leave him to sleep With the sod for his pillow- It is only one grave , but , alas ! it is deep , And some life - path ' twill shadow . FLETTA . THE SQUADRON IS FORMING . SKIRMISH AT FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE OF THE WAR . 49.
Pagina 61
... rest , With hands meekly folded On each silent breast ; Let them come back to slumber Beneath northern skies , Where true hearts may weep o'er them , And prayer - incense rise , Send them home tenderly , The noble and true , OF THE WAR .
... rest , With hands meekly folded On each silent breast ; Let them come back to slumber Beneath northern skies , Where true hearts may weep o'er them , And prayer - incense rise , Send them home tenderly , The noble and true , OF THE WAR .
Pagina 62
... rest . Send them home tenderly , Each wound gaping wide Shall send myriads of voices From the dark purple tide ; And strong hands shall be grasping The bright , unsheathed sword , With fresh fervor to battle For right and the Lord ...
... rest . Send them home tenderly , Each wound gaping wide Shall send myriads of voices From the dark purple tide ; And strong hands shall be grasping The bright , unsheathed sword , With fresh fervor to battle For right and the Lord ...
Pagina 66
... rest in the patriot's grave , They die for the red , white and blue ! Thou'rt living still , for how canst thou die While Liberty bides in our land ? You lived with her , fought for her , bearing on high Her banner when treason's foul ...
... rest in the patriot's grave , They die for the red , white and blue ! Thou'rt living still , for how canst thou die While Liberty bides in our land ? You lived with her , fought for her , bearing on high Her banner when treason's foul ...
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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.