Pen-pictures of the War: Lyrics, Incidents, and Sketches of the Rebellion; Comprising a Choice Selection of Pieces by Our Best Poets, Also, Current and Well Authenticated Anecdotes and Incidents of the War. Together with a Full Account of Many of the Great Battles, Also, a Complete Historical Record of All Events, Both Civil and Military, from the Commencement of the RebellionC.A. Alvord, 1864 - 344 pagini |
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... hands of the reader , needs no excuse or apology . It comes of the natural outgrowth of the struggle in which our country is engaged . There is no merit claimed for it further than the fact of having collected and preserved here a few ...
... hands of the reader , needs no excuse or apology . It comes of the natural outgrowth of the struggle in which our country is engaged . There is no merit claimed for it further than the fact of having collected and preserved here a few ...
Pagina 12
... hand forsook its wonted labor , Forsook its gains , as prizes fall'n in worth , To wield with pain the warlike lance and sabre , To conquer Peace with God , for all on earth ? Remember ye , how , out of boyhood leaping , Our gallant ...
... hand forsook its wonted labor , Forsook its gains , as prizes fall'n in worth , To wield with pain the warlike lance and sabre , To conquer Peace with God , for all on earth ? Remember ye , how , out of boyhood leaping , Our gallant ...
Pagina 21
... hands in sport to tear , - For scornful hands aside to throw ? No , by our fathers ' memory , No ! Our humming marts , our iron ways , Our wind - tossed woods on mountain crest , The hoarse Atlantic , with his bays , The calm , broad ...
... hands in sport to tear , - For scornful hands aside to throw ? No , by our fathers ' memory , No ! Our humming marts , our iron ways , Our wind - tossed woods on mountain crest , The hoarse Atlantic , with his bays , The calm , broad ...
Pagina 23
... hand on the sabre , And one on the rein , The troopers move forward In line on the plain , As rings the word " Gallop ! " The steel scabbards clank , And each rowel is pressed To a horse's hot flank ; And swift is their rush As the wild ...
... hand on the sabre , And one on the rein , The troopers move forward In line on the plain , As rings the word " Gallop ! " The steel scabbards clank , And each rowel is pressed To a horse's hot flank ; And swift is their rush As the wild ...
Pagina 25
... Hand on his trusty gun- Heart , like a heart of oåk— Eye , never - setting sun ; Speaks but the challenge - shout , All foes without the line , Heeds but , to solve the doubt , Watchword and countersign . Camp - ward , the watchfires ...
... Hand on his trusty gun- Heart , like a heart of oåk— Eye , never - setting sun ; Speaks but the challenge - shout , All foes without the line , Heeds but , to solve the doubt , Watchword and countersign . Camp - ward , the watchfires ...
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advance arms army artillery attack Baltimore pike banner battle-field boys brave bridge brigade bullets burned Burnside camp captain captured cavalry Cemetery Hill centre Centreville Charleston Colonel columns command comrades corps Creek crossed dark dead death defeated division Emmetsburg enemy enemy's eyes fell field fight fire Fitz-John Porter flag flank force forward fought front gallant guard gunboat guns hand headquarters heart heroes hill Hooker horses hour infantry James River Jenny Wade killed land line of battle looked Malvern Hill Maryland McClellan McClernand miles morning musket musketry night o'clock officers once passed position Potomac prisoners rear rebel batteries regiments repulsed retreat river road seemed sent shell Sherman's shot shout side skirmishers soldiers soon steamer Stonewall Jackson stood Tenn Tennessee thousand Union loss Union troops Vicksburg victory volleys Warrenton woods wounded Zouaves
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Pagina 32 - 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 18 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced ; the old flag met his sight. " Halt ! " — the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
Pagina 43 - ' 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 nothing : a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
Pagina 17 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Pagina 61 - Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know : Lay him low...
Pagina 97 - The Union forever, hurrah! boys, hurrah, Down with the traitor, up with the star, While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
Pagina 32 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God...
Pagina 18 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Pagina 61 - The blades of heroes fence it round, Where'er it springs is holy ground; From tower and dome its glories spread; It waves where lonely sentries tread; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty...
Pagina 60 - And God love us as we love thee, Thrice holy Flower of Liberty ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry FLOWER OF LIBERTY.