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... the tears are falling— Bitter tears of grief and pain , But methinks thy sweet voice whispers , " Cheer thee , love , we'll meet again . ” HELENE OSGOOD . THE MARTYRED THREE . THE MARCH TO THE CAPITOL . OF THE WAR . 37.
... the tears are falling— Bitter tears of grief and pain , But methinks thy sweet voice whispers , " Cheer thee , love , we'll meet again . ” HELENE OSGOOD . THE MARTYRED THREE . THE MARCH TO THE CAPITOL . OF THE WAR . 37.
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... CHEER now for the Union , The shrine of liberty- The birthplace of dear freedom , Where all may equal be , We'll gather ' round the altar , Rear'd by a nation's hand , And swear to pause nor falter , till Nor falter , till We save our ...
... CHEER now for the Union , The shrine of liberty- The birthplace of dear freedom , Where all may equal be , We'll gather ' round the altar , Rear'd by a nation's hand , And swear to pause nor falter , till Nor falter , till We save our ...
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... cheers that the heroes were near ; With hearts buoyed up with hope and sweet pleasure , We rushed to the meeting of him that was dear . Thro ' each column we searched , ev'ry visage scanned , Hoping , still doubting , o'ercome with ...
... cheers that the heroes were near ; With hearts buoyed up with hope and sweet pleasure , We rushed to the meeting of him that was dear . Thro ' each column we searched , ev'ry visage scanned , Hoping , still doubting , o'ercome with ...
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... cheer— The whetting of the scythes ! Now , soldiers , mow the rebels down With blades of tempered steel- Make , make our Union's power known , Let them its vengeance feel- Then home once more from tented plain , You'll haste to hear in ...
... cheer— The whetting of the scythes ! Now , soldiers , mow the rebels down With blades of tempered steel- Make , make our Union's power known , Let them its vengeance feel- Then home once more from tented plain , You'll haste to hear in ...
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... cheering almost , as an old friend's smile . But his smiles soon turn to groans , alas ! As he reads that his loved one is ending her life , And vainly calling for him to the last , And he murmurs , " O God ! help the soldier's wife ...
... cheering almost , as an old friend's smile . But his smiles soon turn to groans , alas ! As he reads that his loved one is ending her life , And vainly calling for him to the last , And he murmurs , " O God ! help the soldier's wife ...
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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
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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.