Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and SouthernFrancis Fisher Browne White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 - 336 頁 |
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... ROLL - CALL .... BY CHICKAMAUGA RIVER .. .. PAGE Anonymous . 179 John R. Thompson . 182 Bret Harte . 185 ............... THE BATTLE IN THE CLOUDS .. AFTER ALL .... OUR CHRISTMAS HYMN . NEW YEAR'S EVE ... ULRIC DAHLGREN . OBSEQUIES OF ...
... ROLL - CALL .... BY CHICKAMAUGA RIVER .. .. PAGE Anonymous . 179 John R. Thompson . 182 Bret Harte . 185 ............... THE BATTLE IN THE CLOUDS .. AFTER ALL .... OUR CHRISTMAS HYMN . NEW YEAR'S EVE ... ULRIC DAHLGREN . OBSEQUIES OF ...
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... Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky : Man breaks not the medal , when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will brighten ...
... Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky : Man breaks not the medal , when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will brighten ...
第 26 頁
... roll , Better the shot , the blade , the bowl , Than crucifixion of the soul , Maryland , my Maryland ! I hear the distant thunder - hum , Maryland ! The " Old Line's " bugle , fife , and drum , Maryland ! She is not dead , nor deaf ...
... roll , Better the shot , the blade , the bowl , Than crucifixion of the soul , Maryland , my Maryland ! I hear the distant thunder - hum , Maryland ! The " Old Line's " bugle , fife , and drum , Maryland ! She is not dead , nor deaf ...
第 28 頁
... roll ! Born free , we thus resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! Our wives and children look on high , Pray God to smile upon the right ! And bid us in the deadly fight As freemen live or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
... roll ! Born free , we thus resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! Our wives and children look on high , Pray God to smile upon the right ! And bid us in the deadly fight As freemen live or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
第 29 頁
... roll ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And to this oath the dead reply— Our valiant fathers ' sacred ghosts- These with us , and the God of hosts , We will be free or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
... roll ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And to this oath the dead reply— Our valiant fathers ' sacred ghosts- These with us , and the God of hosts , We will be free or die ! Then let the drums all roll ...
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Abraham Lincoln arms banner Barbara Frietchie battle bless blood blow blue brave breast breath BRET HARTE brother brow bugles bury our dead cannon cheer Column comrades dark dear death deck died dream drum EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes face fall Father fell field fight fire flag flame flowers FORCEYTHE WILLSON fought gallant gleam glory grave gray guns hand hear heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL HENRY TIMROD heroes Hurrah John Burns JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light lips looked Maryland mighty morning never night o'er passed PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE peace ranks rebel Regiment RICHARD HENRY STODDARD river roar roll rose round sabre ship shore shout shroud sleep smile soldier song soul stars Stonewall stood sweet sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder to-day Twas Ulric Dahlgren victory wave weary weep wind wounded
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第 283 頁 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
第 65 頁 - 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.
第 64 頁 - 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.
第 241 頁 - Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battlefield calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. " Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed; And the landscape sped away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire.
第 122 頁 - 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. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...
第 286 頁 - I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war...
第 124 頁 - 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!
第 238 頁 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
第 124 頁 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall; Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Of noon looked down and saw not one.
第 288 頁 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...