The Civil War in Song and Story, 1860-1865P. F. Collier, 1889 - 560 pages |
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... Poor Fork at the Cumberland . for a corn and provision train to come up that Marched up its quicksand shores and beside the had pack - saddles in it . There were fifty mules horizontal rock ledges that are natural for- packed here with ...
... Poor Fork at the Cumberland . for a corn and provision train to come up that Marched up its quicksand shores and beside the had pack - saddles in it . There were fifty mules horizontal rock ledges that are natural for- packed here with ...
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... poor horses were sinking heads and striking the fence between our horses . under the severe toil of marching , and it became I got tired at the one - sided arrangement and or- a matter of prime military necessity to replenish dered some ...
... poor horses were sinking heads and striking the fence between our horses . under the severe toil of marching , and it became I got tired at the one - sided arrangement and or- a matter of prime military necessity to replenish dered some ...
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... poor cavalryman would be seen able shots or have miserable guns , for they have breaking up his saddle with a rock and cutting not touched a man since we left the railroad , ex- up the leather with a knife to prevent secesh cept Col ...
... poor cavalryman would be seen able shots or have miserable guns , for they have breaking up his saddle with a rock and cutting not touched a man since we left the railroad , ex- up the leather with a knife to prevent secesh cept Col ...
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... poor fellow better than be . " I lay down under a wagon , near the General's few moments after came the news that the rebel fully wrapped in blankets and placed in bed . A tent , when it came dark , and listened to hear flag was struck ...
... poor fellow better than be . " I lay down under a wagon , near the General's few moments after came the news that the rebel fully wrapped in blankets and placed in bed . A tent , when it came dark , and listened to hear flag was struck ...
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... poor boy , have been mortally wounded , among strangers , and left to die . My heart bled for the poor child ; for he was a child ; my manhood gave way , and burning tears at- tested , in spite of me , my intense suffering . I asked him ...
... poor boy , have been mortally wounded , among strangers , and left to die . My heart bled for the poor child ; for he was a child ; my manhood gave way , and burning tears at- tested , in spite of me , my intense suffering . I asked him ...
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Page 393 - 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 445 - Blondin, stand up a little straighter — Blondin, stoop a little more — go a little faster — lean a little more to the north — lean a little more to the south?
Page 431 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame; — In the gain or loss of one' race all the rest have equal claim.
Page 99 - 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 432 - 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 432 - Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime ; — Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men behind their time ? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth rock sublime...
Page 78 - Leaped up to his lips, when low murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then, drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
Page 99 - 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 432 - Slavery, the earth-born Cyclops, fellest of the giant brood, Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched the earth with blood, Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer day, Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable prey;— Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless children play?
Page 137 - CLOSE his eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon, or set of sun, Hand of man, or kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know: Lay him low! As man may, he fought his fight, Proved his truth by his endeavor; Let him sleep in solemn night, Sleep forever and forever.