Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union PoetsThe editor, 1863 - 400 pagini |
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... Thoughts , 63 Hero's Last Dream , The 74 Havest of Death , The 94 Hero , The 156 He Hath Sounded Forth The Trumpet , 250 He Would Not Say Good Bye , 251 • Heaven Defend The Right , 293 He Will Never Come Again , 329 How Our Captain Fell ...
... Thoughts , 63 Hero's Last Dream , The 74 Havest of Death , The 94 Hero , The 156 He Hath Sounded Forth The Trumpet , 250 He Would Not Say Good Bye , 251 • Heaven Defend The Right , 293 He Will Never Come Again , 329 How Our Captain Fell ...
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... , The 50 Send Them Home Tenderly , 61 Soldier's Bethrothed , The . Struggle , The . Soldier's Mother's Thoughts , The Sword And The Plow , The 72 84 64 68 PAGE Soldier's Widow , The Soldier To His Betrothed , CONTENTS . XI.
... , The 50 Send Them Home Tenderly , 61 Soldier's Bethrothed , The . Struggle , The . Soldier's Mother's Thoughts , The Sword And The Plow , The 72 84 64 68 PAGE Soldier's Widow , The Soldier To His Betrothed , CONTENTS . XI.
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... thought he'd rather not ; For tho ' he fancied much warm blood , He didn't take it quite so hot ! Again old Pluto smiled and said , " ' Twas strange that Mars should hesitate , For he had known him to drink blood , When it was boiling ...
... thought he'd rather not ; For tho ' he fancied much warm blood , He didn't take it quite so hot ! Again old Pluto smiled and said , " ' Twas strange that Mars should hesitate , For he had known him to drink blood , When it was boiling ...
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... thoughts as only come from hell , Such words as issue from the damn'd ! The Church perverted then became , And men in robes cleric arrayed , Held forth on politics , and thus The souls of their meek flocks betray'd ! The Ministers of ...
... thoughts as only come from hell , Such words as issue from the damn'd ! The Church perverted then became , And men in robes cleric arrayed , Held forth on politics , and thus The souls of their meek flocks betray'd ! The Ministers of ...
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... 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 . " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , 62 POETICAL PEN - ...
... 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 . " HOME THOUGHTS . " SKIRMISH AT FALL'S CHURCH , 62 POETICAL PEN - ...
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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
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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.