The Confederate Veteran Magazine, 第 3 卷

Blue and Grey Press, 1895


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第 267 頁 - Liberty first and union afterwards"; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!
第 140 頁 - Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause; Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause. In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown, And somewhere, waiting for its birth, The shaft is in the stone!
第 222 頁 - Campaign" rose to mind — Its leader's name — and then I knew the sleeper had been one Of Stonewall Jackson's men. Yet whence he came, what lip shall say— Whose tongue will ever tell What desolated hearths and hearts Have been because he fell? What sad-eyed maiden braids her hair, Her hair which he held dear? One lock of which perchance lies with The Georgia Volunteer?
第 185 頁 - Our greatest glory is, not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
第 138 頁 - OUT of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital walls as dire; Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, (Eighteenth battle, and he sixteen!) Spectre! such as you seldom see. Little Giffen, of Tennessee! "Take him and welcome!
第 140 頁 - Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power ; A Christian cannot die before his time, The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour.
第 343 頁 - Behold, we live through all things — famine, thirst. Bereavement, pain, all grief and misery, All woe and sorrow ; life inflicts its worst On soul and body — but we cannot die, Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn ; Lo ! all things can be borne.
第 138 頁 - And didn't. Nay, more! in death's despite The crippled skeleton learned to write. "Dear Mother," at first, of course; and then "Dear Captain," inquiring about the men. Captain's answer: "Of eighty and five, Giffen and I are left alive.
第 64 頁 - The flag he loved guides no more the charging lines, But his fame, consigned to the keeping of that time, which, Happily, is not so much the tomb of virtue as its shrine, Shall, in the years to come, fire modest worth to noble ends.
第 154 頁 - Then here's to our Confederacy, strong we are and brave, Like patriots of old, we'll fight our heritage to save. And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer, So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star.