The Southern AmaranthSallie A. Brock Wilcox & Rockwell, 1869 - 648 頁 |
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... thee , the young nation fell , a pall Solemn and rayless , covering one and all ! God's ways are marvellous ; here we stand to - day Discrowned , and shorn in wildest disarray , The mock of earth ! yet never shone the sun On sterner ...
... thee , the young nation fell , a pall Solemn and rayless , covering one and all ! God's ways are marvellous ; here we stand to - day Discrowned , and shorn in wildest disarray , The mock of earth ! yet never shone the sun On sterner ...
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... thee , Passing as swift away As leaf by leaf in an autumnal day . Yet spring returns To thee sweet rose , As life eternal to our spirit urns , With sweet repose , When spring shall strew with flowers The paths we joyous roam in Eden's ...
... thee , Passing as swift away As leaf by leaf in an autumnal day . Yet spring returns To thee sweet rose , As life eternal to our spirit urns , With sweet repose , When spring shall strew with flowers The paths we joyous roam in Eden's ...
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... " Clay , hast thou a place for thy treasures Where dust will not dim them ? Are pleasures For thee to retain , whose lease measures An hour , or a day ? " Dear Christ , I am sinking with burdens , And OF VERY FAITHFULNESS.
... " Clay , hast thou a place for thy treasures Where dust will not dim them ? Are pleasures For thee to retain , whose lease measures An hour , or a day ? " Dear Christ , I am sinking with burdens , And OF VERY FAITHFULNESS.
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... thee , Oh , lonely to see ! Because thou didst question , I smote thee , In mercy to thee ! The rose - leaf is bruised to its merit , And souls to the crowns they inherit ! Of faithfulness child , that thy spirit Might cleave unto Me ...
... thee , Oh , lonely to see ! Because thou didst question , I smote thee , In mercy to thee ! The rose - leaf is bruised to its merit , And souls to the crowns they inherit ! Of faithfulness child , that thy spirit Might cleave unto Me ...
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... Thee ! Our streaming eyes lift vainly toward Thy Throne Earth's mists and shadows are so mighty grown , The gleam of seraph - wings no more we see . II . Lord God of Hosts ! we lift our heart to Thee ! Our hands are fettered down by ...
... Thee ! Our streaming eyes lift vainly toward Thy Throne Earth's mists and shadows are so mighty grown , The gleam of seraph - wings no more we see . II . Lord God of Hosts ! we lift our heart to Thee ! Our hands are fettered down by ...
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第 310 頁 - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil- star ; Who makes by force his merit known And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne; And moving up from high to higher, Becomes on Fortune's crowning slope The pillar of a people's hope, The centre of a world's desire...
第 612 頁 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
第 613 頁 - No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed ; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now. The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast. The charge, the dreadful cannonade,...
第 142 頁 - Still there's a sense of blossoms yet unborn In the sweet airs of morn; One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet. At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by. And brings, you know not why, A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate Some wondrous pageant; and you scarce would start, If from a beech's heart, A blue-eyed Dryad, stepping forth, should say, " Behold me ! I am May !
第 186 頁 - tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come! with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland!
第 187 頁 - I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! For thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland ! But lo! there surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland, my Maryland! . Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee 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,...
第 288 頁 - Orleans, in return for the most scrupulous non-interference and courtesy on our part, it is ordered that hereafter when any female shall, by word, gesture, or movement, insult or show contempt for any officer or soldier of the United States, she shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman of the town plying her avocation.
第 263 頁 - Doodle" was the strain To which the shore gave chorus. The laughing ripple shoreward flew To kiss the shining pebbles; Loud shrieked the swarming Boys in Blue Defiance to the Rebels. And yet once more the bugle sang Above the stormy riot; No shout upon the evening rang There reigned a holy quiet.
第 183 頁 - All quiet along the Potomac," 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.
第 141 頁 - In the deep heart of every forest tree The blood is all aglee, And there's a look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers.