Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets |
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... brow , When statesmen and sage first breathed the tho't That you would prove faithless to the vow Of Union and Freedom , so dearly bought ? Too dearly bought - which heaven forefend , When strife is its Alpha , and woe its End ! And ...
... brow , When statesmen and sage first breathed the tho't That you would prove faithless to the vow Of Union and Freedom , so dearly bought ? Too dearly bought - which heaven forefend , When strife is its Alpha , and woe its End ! And ...
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... brow to - night , What kisses have pressed these lips , now so white , What hearts wild and breaking , Would give years of life to stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a ...
... brow to - night , What kisses have pressed these lips , now so white , What hearts wild and breaking , Would give years of life to stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a ...
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... brow , And even wake one smile , when he Is lying ' neath a starry sky , With battle sods above him cast ? A hero in a nameless grave , At last , at last I whisper low when fevered winds Beat mockingly around my cheek ; My hero ! who in ...
... brow , And even wake one smile , when he Is lying ' neath a starry sky , With battle sods above him cast ? A hero in a nameless grave , At last , at last I whisper low when fevered winds Beat mockingly around my cheek ; My hero ! who in ...
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... brow , and eyes whose light Of splendor hath gone out ! The midnight glory of his hair , Where , late , her fingers like a flood Of moonlight wandered - lingereing there Is stiff and dark - with blood ! She must not shriek - she must ...
... brow , and eyes whose light Of splendor hath gone out ! The midnight glory of his hair , Where , late , her fingers like a flood Of moonlight wandered - lingereing there Is stiff and dark - with blood ! She must not shriek - she must ...
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... brow- How the sun and the wind must have darkened it now ! How he will be chang'd when he comes from the South His beard shutting out the sweet smiles of his mouth ! And the tremulous beauty , the womanly grace , Will be bronzed from ...
... brow- How the sun and the wind must have darkened it now ! How he will be chang'd when he comes from the South His beard shutting out the sweet smiles of his mouth ! And the tremulous beauty , the womanly grace , Will be bronzed from ...
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ANONYMOUS arms banner battle BATTLE OF DAVIS BATTLE OF WILLIAMSBURG battle-field battle's bless blood brave breast breath bright brother brow cannon CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER clouds comrades country's crimson Crimson Patch dark dawn dead dear death dream drum dying E Pluribus Unum e'en earth eyes fall fame farewell father fear fell field fight flag flash Freedom friends gleaming gloom glorious glory grave hand hath hear heart Heaven HENRY HAYWARD heroes hope kiss land light lips lonely loved standard Minie ball morning mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night noble o'er pale patriot peace plain pray prayer rebel roar slain sleep smile soldier sorrow soul stars strife sweet sword tears tell thee thou thro traitors treason Union Union Flag victory voice waiting watch wave weary weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE wounded
Popular passages
Page 68 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 250 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 230 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible, swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Page 36 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Page 186 - For their mother — may Heaven defend her! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips — when...
Page 35 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies!
Page 36 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 283 - Wake in our breasts the living fires. The holy faith that warmed our sires ; Thy hand hath made our Nation free ; To die for her is serving Thee.
Page 185 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. 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...
Page 250 - I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.