Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets |
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... With all its splendor , fame and wealth ? I'm sure you must be pleased with all , Which differs much from days of yore , ' When you contended that you could For mankind do , more than could war . " " Nay , Mars , " said Peace , “
... With all its splendor , fame and wealth ? I'm sure you must be pleased with all , Which differs much from days of yore , ' When you contended that you could For mankind do , more than could war . " " Nay , Mars , " said Peace , “
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... fame so wish to die ? " What ho ! ye gods , -just hear her words , She even doubts me , as I live ! " Said Mars , as with a fierce , grim smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans ...
... fame so wish to die ? " What ho ! ye gods , -just hear her words , She even doubts me , as I live ! " Said Mars , as with a fierce , grim smile , He bade her then attention give ; " ' Tis situate ' in the far west , Between two oceans ...
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... fame , and for it die ! ” " Oh ! thunder , wake ! —where is thy roar ? Oh ! light'ning , where is now thy flash ? That ye lie silent and concealed , While Peace presumes to talk such trash ? By all the blood that's wet the ground Since ...
... fame , and for it die ! ” " Oh ! thunder , wake ! —where is thy roar ? Oh ! light'ning , where is now thy flash ? That ye lie silent and concealed , While Peace presumes to talk such trash ? By all the blood that's wet the ground Since ...
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... fame , First in what they the Cab'net call ; He I now need not pause to name . " So ' tween them all , I think I'll reach The end for which I long have toiled , I would have done it long ago , Had Peace - the jade - my game not spoiled ...
... fame , First in what they the Cab'net call ; He I now need not pause to name . " So ' tween them all , I think I'll reach The end for which I long have toiled , I would have done it long ago , Had Peace - the jade - my game not spoiled ...
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... fame ; Ah ! brothers now pause , Where is your shame ? Say - where is that SCROLL , held in such awe , Your forefathers ' gift - bearing their seal ? Is it still sacred as it was of yore ? Or press'd , like dead leaves , ' neath your ...
... fame ; Ah ! brothers now pause , Where is your shame ? Say - where is that SCROLL , held in such awe , Your forefathers ' gift - bearing their seal ? Is it still sacred as it was of yore ? Or press'd , like dead leaves , ' neath your ...
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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.