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She accordingly carried carrying him with great tenderness and care . away their
muskets to a place of safety , reserving When we reached the camp of the enemy
the two for her own use , and then going to the room little fellow was dead . in ...
She accordingly carried carrying him with great tenderness and care . away their
muskets to a place of safety , reserving When we reached the camp of the enemy
the two for her own use , and then going to the room little fellow was dead . in ...
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The zig - zag paths up the face sued , which each trooper carried . Marching of
this mountain turn and return on each other through the farms and by - paths to
avoid all as often as a fox trail , and the toiling men towns and villages , crossing
the ...
The zig - zag paths up the face sued , which each trooper carried . Marching of
this mountain turn and return on each other through the farms and by - paths to
avoid all as often as a fox trail , and the toiling men towns and villages , crossing
the ...
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... exalted estimate valued the ex - our power , whatever be its fate , my friends ,
let ploits of our heroic men , whose deeds have shed us beware that it suffer no
stain through the nary . such lustre on our flag , and carried it in triumph T . AUGS
.
... exalted estimate valued the ex - our power , whatever be its fate , my friends ,
let ploits of our heroic men , whose deeds have shed us beware that it suffer no
stain through the nary . such lustre on our flag , and carried it in triumph T . AUGS
.
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... struck him on the head ; but the A BALLAD OF BULL RUN . woman who had
welcomed them immediately WILL RUSSELL was a writer rare , caught up their
fallen comrade , and carried him Of genius and renown , in her arms up the stairs
.
... struck him on the head ; but the A BALLAD OF BULL RUN . woman who had
welcomed them immediately WILL RUSSELL was a writer rare , caught up their
fallen comrade , and carried him Of genius and renown , in her arms up the stairs
.
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Each diately carried from the field by Captain Young , man felt that something
had gone wrong . “ Some who had but a moment before been ordered by one
had blundered , " or may be worse , and silently Colonel Baker to go to General
Stone ...
Each diately carried from the field by Captain Young , man felt that something
had gone wrong . “ Some who had but a moment before been ordered by one
had blundered , " or may be worse , and silently Colonel Baker to go to General
Stone ...
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Page 79 - 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 79 - 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 259 - 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 219 - 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 79 - 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 412 - 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 230 - 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 159 - 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 62 - 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...
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| Title | Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865 |
| Editor | Frank Moore |
| Publisher | subscribers, 1866 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
| Length | 560 pages |
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