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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... heard subsiding With the low tones of the air , And the murmuring of the waters dashing through their chief's bright hair ; Still is heard that lamentation , In the mystic sounds that rise Nightly from a buried nation Who could thus a ...
... heard subsiding With the low tones of the air , And the murmuring of the waters dashing through their chief's bright hair ; Still is heard that lamentation , In the mystic sounds that rise Nightly from a buried nation Who could thus a ...
第 37 頁
... heard the holy Sabbath calm to mar , Save gushing , gurgling waters , laughing , sporting wild ; . As o'er their rocky , willowy bed they tumbled , and afar- All plashing , foaming , frothing , played wanton as a child . Anon , the ...
... heard the holy Sabbath calm to mar , Save gushing , gurgling waters , laughing , sporting wild ; . As o'er their rocky , willowy bed they tumbled , and afar- All plashing , foaming , frothing , played wanton as a child . Anon , the ...
第 38 頁
... whom our burdens centred ; And as the missive's seal he broke , his fingers shook , as though he heard The peal of Doom , or ghostly Fate had in the tem ple entered ! No word , or other sign gave he , of 38 THE SOUTHERN AMARANTH .
... whom our burdens centred ; And as the missive's seal he broke , his fingers shook , as though he heard The peal of Doom , or ghostly Fate had in the tem ple entered ! No word , or other sign gave he , of 38 THE SOUTHERN AMARANTH .
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... heard the prayers that rose from souls thus rudely doomed to part . Nor tongue , nor pen , nor yet the fancy can portray The deep heart - wretchedness - the courage - faith- With which we knelt before God's throne to pray , — And ...
... heard the prayers that rose from souls thus rudely doomed to part . Nor tongue , nor pen , nor yet the fancy can portray The deep heart - wretchedness - the courage - faith- With which we knelt before God's throne to pray , — And ...
第 42 頁
... heard an old , familiar strain , That had been wont to waken pleasure's rapturous thrill ; The patriot's smile , but now alas ! ' twere vain As charmer's voice to adder deaf and still . It told a story born of astreate flag , When ...
... heard an old , familiar strain , That had been wont to waken pleasure's rapturous thrill ; The patriot's smile , but now alas ! ' twere vain As charmer's voice to adder deaf and still . It told a story born of astreate flag , When ...
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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...