Camp Fire Stories: A Series of Sketches of the Union Army in the SouthwestStar Publishing Company, 1900 - 274 頁 |
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Argali arms army asked the colonel battle beautiful Billy boys brevet brigade bugle bugler bullet Bushwhackers butternuts called camp captain cavalry Chaplain Charlie command cook cried dashed dead dear DICK MATHER eyes face fear field fight fire gave girl glory gone Guido guns hand head headquarters heard heart horse hospital hurt I'se Jackass Jake knew Lamb of God Leather-breeches little fellow Little Piety live looked major Marse Kunnel meerschaum morning mules muleteer Nageley never night officers Ogden Old Parchment pistol Pocahontas poor fellows quartermaster regiment remember ride rode round shot sabre Scene seemed shot shouted side Sigel silver pistol soldier sorr sorry stand stood story swearin tears tell tent thing thought told took turned voice wagons woman wounded young
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第 63 頁 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
第 256 頁 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices In their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 173 頁 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
第 146 頁 - He shall not drop." said my uncle Toby, firmly. "A-well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,; "the poor soul will die." "He shall not die, by G— !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
第 230 頁 - MUST Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free ? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.
第 214 頁 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
第 82 頁 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
第 215 頁 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come.
第 18 頁 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
第 24 頁 - There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...