Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets |
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... stand apart , When those whom thou hast trusted aim The death - blow at thy generous heart ? Forth goes the battle - cry , and lo ! Hosts rise in harness , shouting , No ! And they who founded in our land The power , 42 POETICAL PEN ...
... stand apart , When those whom thou hast trusted aim The death - blow at thy generous heart ? Forth goes the battle - cry , and lo ! Hosts rise in harness , shouting , No ! And they who founded in our land The power , 42 POETICAL PEN ...
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... stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a home that is dark for the light in these eyes ; And some sigh , mayhap , breath'd for him , while he lies Here , so peacefully ...
... stand by my side , This farewell taking . I think somewhere ' neath those same starlit skies There's a home that is dark for the light in these eyes ; And some sigh , mayhap , breath'd for him , while he lies Here , so peacefully ...
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... stands , And mournfully surveys the scene , Where fought the patriot bands . Around upon the dreary plain , Lies many a mangled form , Whose heart that morn beat wild with joy , And hope so bright and warm . The evening stole with ...
... stands , And mournfully surveys the scene , Where fought the patriot bands . Around upon the dreary plain , Lies many a mangled form , Whose heart that morn beat wild with joy , And hope so bright and warm . The evening stole with ...
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... Stand ! Who comes there ? Pass not the line ! " " A Friend ! " " Advance with countersign ! " " The Union Flag ! " " Pass , Friend ! Good Night ! " The Union Flag ! " Pass , Friend ! Good night ! " ' Tis morn ! the sunbeam lopes its ...
... Stand ! Who comes there ? Pass not the line ! " " A Friend ! " " Advance with countersign ! " " The Union Flag ! " " Pass , Friend ! Good Night ! " The Union Flag ! " Pass , Friend ! Good night ! " ' Tis morn ! the sunbeam lopes its ...
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... stand , And death is reaping the grain . But not with the crooked hook or the scythe Does the reaper arm him now ; For a harvest so vast those tools of the past Would be deemed exceedingly " slow . " He gleans no more for the single ...
... stand , And death is reaping the grain . But not with the crooked hook or the scythe Does the reaper arm him now ; For a harvest so vast those tools of the past Would be deemed exceedingly " slow . " He gleans no more for the single ...
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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.