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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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 47 筆
第 19 頁
... soul of Henry Clay To the land ; How we loved him , living , dying ! But his birthday banners flying Saw us asking and replying Hand to hand . For we knew that far away , Round the fort in Charleston Bay , Hung the dark impending fray ...
... soul of Henry Clay To the land ; How we loved him , living , dying ! But his birthday banners flying Saw us asking and replying Hand to hand . For we knew that far away , Round the fort in Charleston Bay , Hung the dark impending fray ...
第 20 頁
... souls with shame were burning , As if twice our bitter yearning Could avail ! Who had fired the earliest gun ? Was the fort by traitors won ? Was there succor ? What was done Who could know ? And once more our thoughts would wander To ...
... souls with shame were burning , As if twice our bitter yearning Could avail ! Who had fired the earliest gun ? Was the fort by traitors won ? Was there succor ? What was done Who could know ? And once more our thoughts would wander To ...
第 26 頁
... 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 , nor dumb ; Huzza ! she spurns the Northern scum- She breathes ! She burns ...
... 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 , nor dumb ; Huzza ! she spurns the Northern scum- She breathes ! She burns ...
第 28 頁
... soul , We spurn control Attempted by a foe ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And , vainly now the Northmen try To beat us down - in arms we stand To strike for this our native land ! We will be free ...
... soul , We spurn control Attempted by a foe ! Born free , thus we resolve to live : By Heaven , we will be free ! And , vainly now the Northmen try To beat us down - in arms we stand To strike for this our native land ! We will be free ...
第 32 頁
... souls of men had grown , And where the scythes of Truth had mown Clear space for Liberty's white throne . Saw how , by sorrow tried and proved , The blackening stains had been removed Forever from the land he loved . Saw Treason crushed ...
... souls of men had grown , And where the scythes of Truth had mown Clear space for Liberty's white throne . Saw how , by sorrow tried and proved , The blackening stains had been removed Forever from the land he loved . Saw Treason crushed ...
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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...