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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... Thou would'st not yield ! Until , unconquered , yea , unconquered still- NATURE'S weakened forces answered not thy WILL , And gored with wound on wound , Thy fainting limbs and forehead sought the ground ; And with thee , the young ...
... Thou would'st not yield ! Until , unconquered , yea , unconquered still- NATURE'S weakened forces answered not thy WILL , And gored with wound on wound , Thy fainting limbs and forehead sought the ground ; And with thee , the young ...
第 24 頁
... thou art strong ; But who shall gauge the morrow ? God makes firm The feeble knees , exalts the heads that bow In dust and ashes . Tyranny hath its term , Sin its avenger ; and there yet may rise From what are now but possibilities Shut ...
... thou art strong ; But who shall gauge the morrow ? God makes firm The feeble knees , exalts the heads that bow In dust and ashes . Tyranny hath its term , Sin its avenger ; and there yet may rise From what are now but possibilities Shut ...
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... Thou , where art Thou , oh God ! They are ringing Peace . Not here , not here , Where the victor's march is set , Roll back to the North its mocking cheer , No Peace to the Southland yet . April , 1865 . Home After the War . BY M. E. H. ...
... Thou , where art Thou , oh God ! They are ringing Peace . Not here , not here , Where the victor's march is set , Roll back to the North its mocking cheer , No Peace to the Southland yet . April , 1865 . Home After the War . BY M. E. H. ...
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... thou ? die to - morrow ? Oh ! my friend ! The bitter , bitter doom ! What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end— This death of shame and gloom ? " " What done ? Do tyrants wait for guilty - deeds , To find or prove a crime- They ...
... thou ? die to - morrow ? Oh ! my friend ! The bitter , bitter doom ! What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end— This death of shame and gloom ? " " What done ? Do tyrants wait for guilty - deeds , To find or prove a crime- They ...
第 104 頁
... thou among the sisterhood of spring , Blushing unseen In this sequestered spot , By nature cherished , though by man forgot . By ruined hearth , Or moss - grown tomb , The sad memorial of departed worth , Thy virgin bloom Scents with ...
... thou among the sisterhood of spring , Blushing unseen In this sequestered spot , By nature cherished , though by man forgot . By ruined hearth , Or moss - grown tomb , The sad memorial of departed worth , Thy virgin bloom Scents with ...
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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...