Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865subscribers, 1866 - 560 pages |
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... Better the crashing tempest's throe , Than the army of worms that gnawed below ; Trample them one and all ! Then , when the battle is won , And the land from traitors free , Our children shall tell of the strife begun When Liberty's ...
... Better the crashing tempest's throe , Than the army of worms that gnawed below ; Trample them one and all ! Then , when the battle is won , And the land from traitors free , Our children shall tell of the strife begun When Liberty's ...
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... better man . " TAKEN BY THE PIRATES . did not know where we were . Some of the crew said we were north of Charleston ; but , as it turned out , we were south of North Edisto , where we ran aground and lost our false keel , but got off ...
... better man . " TAKEN BY THE PIRATES . did not know where we were . Some of the crew said we were north of Charleston ; but , as it turned out , we were south of North Edisto , where we ran aground and lost our false keel , but got off ...
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... . ! And though my steed has come to - day Full thirty miles and better , Needs must he now to take me back To mail my battle - letter . " He turns his horse ! both are afloat On the ANECDOTES , POETRY , AND INCIDENTS . 37 32.
... . ! And though my steed has come to - day Full thirty miles and better , Needs must he now to take me back To mail my battle - letter . " He turns his horse ! both are afloat On the ANECDOTES , POETRY , AND INCIDENTS . 37 32.
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... better assurance of an order so Meanwhile several dead and front of the Bluff , lies Harrison's Island , a fertile extraordinary . strip of land two hundred yards wide and four wounded arrived from the Bluff , where firing was growing ...
... better assurance of an order so Meanwhile several dead and front of the Bluff , lies Harrison's Island , a fertile extraordinary . strip of land two hundred yards wide and four wounded arrived from the Bluff , where firing was growing ...
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... better How for him she used to pray ; Telling him that way up yonder White as snow his soul would be , If he served the Lord of heaven While he lived in Tennessee . " Silently the tears were rolling Down the poor old dusky face , As he ...
... better How for him she used to pray ; Telling him that way up yonder White as snow his soul would be , If he served the Lord of heaven While he lived in Tennessee . " Silently the tears were rolling Down the poor old dusky face , As he ...
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Page 81 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. 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.
Page 372 - Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed, and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Page 81 - 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 261 - God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him might not perish, but have everlasting life.
Page 221 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Page 81 - 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 414 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Page 232 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Page 161 - From the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,...
Page 65 - Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing: a private or two, now and then, Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost, — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...