Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets |
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... Dream , The 74 Havest of Death , The 94 Hero , The 156 He Hath Sounded Forth The Trumpet , 250 He Would Not Say Good Bye , 251 • Heaven Defend The Right , 293 He Will Never Come Again , 329 How Our Captain Fell , 340 How Fares It With ...
... Dream , The 74 Havest of Death , The 94 Hero , The 156 He Hath Sounded Forth The Trumpet , 250 He Would Not Say Good Bye , 251 • Heaven Defend The Right , 293 He Will Never Come Again , 329 How Our Captain Fell , 340 How Fares It With ...
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... Dream , The . 167 Soldier's Soliloquy , 193 Spectral Warrior , The 222 Soldier's Wife , The 238 Star Of The Ocean , The . 244 Standard Bearer , The 270 Soldier's Farewell , The 287 Soldier's Requiem , The 330 Sword of Bunker Hill , The ...
... Dream , The . 167 Soldier's Soliloquy , 193 Spectral Warrior , The 222 Soldier's Wife , The 238 Star Of The Ocean , The . 244 Standard Bearer , The 270 Soldier's Farewell , The 287 Soldier's Requiem , The 330 Sword of Bunker Hill , The ...
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... dreaming of home , or of love's tender ties , For no glory wreath seeking . Beyond tears , and prayers , and love's winning tone , A deep voice has called him - he heard , and is gone , Past sentries and guards , to that glorious Throne ...
... dreaming of home , or of love's tender ties , For no glory wreath seeking . Beyond tears , and prayers , and love's winning tone , A deep voice has called him - he heard , and is gone , Past sentries and guards , to that glorious Throne ...
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... dreams , At last , at last . They told me this at eventide , But morning never dawned for me : Can sunlight dance upon my brow , And even wake one smile , when he Is lying ' neath a starry sky , With battle sods above him cast ? A hero ...
... dreams , At last , at last . They told me this at eventide , But morning never dawned for me : Can sunlight dance upon my brow , And even wake one smile , when he Is lying ' neath a starry sky , With battle sods above him cast ? A hero ...
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... Over this lowly mound of his All that he asked or wished for is Graved on his narrow headstone this- " DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY ! " ANONYMOUS , D THE HEROE'S LAST DREAM . AFTER THE BATTLE AT RICH OF THE WAR . 73 Died on the Battle-field,
... Over this lowly mound of his All that he asked or wished for is Graved on his narrow headstone this- " DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY ! " ANONYMOUS , D THE HEROE'S LAST DREAM . AFTER THE BATTLE AT RICH OF THE WAR . 73 Died on the Battle-field,
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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.