The Southern Amaranth: A Carefully Selected Collection of Poems Growing Out of and in Reference to the Late WarSallie A. Brock G. S. Wilcox, 1869 - 651 頁 |
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... That seemed to rend and lift the cloud accurst , The poison - clinging cloud That wrapped us like a shroud , While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear , And dying men upraised their eyes to see How on 18 THE SOUTHERN AMARANTH .
... That seemed to rend and lift the cloud accurst , The poison - clinging cloud That wrapped us like a shroud , While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear , And dying men upraised their eyes to see How on 18 THE SOUTHERN AMARANTH .
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... hear the foeman hated , Shouting loud in deathless wrath , Vowing from their hearts of bloodshed , vengeance in a brother's path . Long the enemy's siege had lasted , Haunted , jeered on every side ; Many a weary hour they fasted ...
... hear the foeman hated , Shouting loud in deathless wrath , Vowing from their hearts of bloodshed , vengeance in a brother's path . Long the enemy's siege had lasted , Haunted , jeered on every side ; Many a weary hour they fasted ...
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... hear ! I hear ! Oh ! God ! how my hopes depart . They are ringing Peace from the mountain side , With a hollow sound it comes ; They are ringing Peace o'er the swelling tide , While the billows sweep our homes . They are ringing Peace ...
... hear ! I hear ! Oh ! God ! how my hopes depart . They are ringing Peace from the mountain side , With a hollow sound it comes ; They are ringing Peace o'er the swelling tide , While the billows sweep our homes . They are ringing Peace ...
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... hear , There are forms that we may not see , Death's muster - roll they have answered clear , They are free - thank God , some are free ! Not a fetter fast , not a prisoner's chain For the noble army gone , No conqueror comes in the ...
... hear , There are forms that we may not see , Death's muster - roll they have answered clear , They are free - thank God , some are free ! Not a fetter fast , not a prisoner's chain For the noble army gone , No conqueror comes in the ...
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... hear the patriot's funeral knell , Blaspheming o'er his grave ! Away ! Such dreams are madness ! My pale lips Had best besiege Heaven's ear , But in the turmoil of my mind's eclipse , No thought , no wish is clear . Dear friend ...
... hear the patriot's funeral knell , Blaspheming o'er his grave ! Away ! Such dreams are madness ! My pale lips Had best besiege Heaven's ear , But in the turmoil of my mind's eclipse , No thought , no wish is clear . Dear friend ...
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第 613 頁 - 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, The din and shout are past...
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 422 頁 - O'er their freedom or their grave! Furl it! for the hands that grasped it. And the hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low; And that Banner — it is trailing! While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For though conquered, they adore it!
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 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 421 頁 - tis weary; Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary; Furl it, fold it, it is best; For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it; And its foes now scorn and brave it; Furl it, hide it— let it rest!
第 493 頁 - That's Banks; he's fond of shell. Lord save his soul! we'll give him — " well That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! Old "Blue Light's" going to pray. Strangle the fool that dares to scoff! Attention! it's his way! Appealing from his native sod In forma pauperis to God, "Lay bare thine arm! Stretch forth thy rod! Amen!
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.
第 184 頁 - His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep; For their mother — may Heaven defend her!
第 183 頁 - 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. 'Tis nothing — a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...