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... , 142 Left on the Battle Field , 183 Left Wounded on the Field 216 Last Man at His Gun , 220 Lord is in the Strife , The 230 Light , 239 Last Letter , The 295 PAGE . Lint and Bandage , . 346 Little Hero CONTENTS ... IX.
... , 142 Left on the Battle Field , 183 Left Wounded on the Field 216 Last Man at His Gun , 220 Lord is in the Strife , The 230 Light , 239 Last Letter , The 295 PAGE . Lint and Bandage , . 346 Little Hero CONTENTS ... IX.
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... Wounded Soldier , The Whetting of the Scythes , The With the Slain , Waiting For News , When He Is Away , 164 175 188 257 349 67 97 109 118 128 151 170 With " Victor " On His Crest , 181 When the Din of War is Ended , 195 We Will Fight ...
... Wounded Soldier , The Whetting of the Scythes , The With the Slain , Waiting For News , When He Is Away , 164 175 188 257 349 67 97 109 118 128 151 170 With " Victor " On His Crest , 181 When the Din of War is Ended , 195 We Will Fight ...
Pagina 44
... wounded to death , they laid them down , While fighting for cause so nobly won , On which you , their sons , presume to frown ; Presume to frown on , when you declare ( ( ' Freedom all sham ! " and " the Union air ! " Where , now , is ...
... wounded to death , they laid them down , While fighting for cause so nobly won , On which you , their sons , presume to frown ; Presume to frown on , when you declare ( ( ' Freedom all sham ! " and " the Union air ! " Where , now , is ...
Pagina 48
... wounded there is none , our dead , only one , Lies out ' neath the stars in mute grandeur alone , Where the moonlight falls ' round him , And the rustling leaves , like a spirit's low tone , Are his requiem sounding . No songs ' round ...
... wounded there is none , our dead , only one , Lies out ' neath the stars in mute grandeur alone , Where the moonlight falls ' round him , And the rustling leaves , like a spirit's low tone , Are his requiem sounding . No songs ' round ...
Pagina 50
... wounded and bleeding — see now he dies ! While still for the " Union forever " he cries ! Take him up gently - for his work is done , The debt he has paid let none of us shun ! For he hath both freedom and victory won ! ANONYMOUS ...
... wounded and bleeding — see now he dies ! While still for the " Union forever " he cries ! Take him up gently - for his work is done , The debt he has paid let none of us shun ! For he hath both freedom and victory won ! ANONYMOUS ...
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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.