The Civil War in Song and Story, 1860-1865P. F. Collier, 1889 - 560 pages |
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... road - side . Before start- the Appenines . The cliff's here were in shadowing , orders were given that we were to report from the moon , and crested the whole north- ourselves to inquirers along the road as confeder- eastern face of ...
... road - side . Before start- the Appenines . The cliff's here were in shadowing , orders were given that we were to report from the moon , and crested the whole north- ourselves to inquirers along the road as confeder- eastern face of ...
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... road , had been raining slowly all day and now came and secreted his men in a fence corner behind on heavily . Nearing the re bel camp , Col. Car- the road curve to await the Major's coming . ter , who knew all the ground , arranged the ...
... road , had been raining slowly all day and now came and secreted his men in a fence corner behind on heavily . Nearing the re bel camp , Col. Car- the road curve to await the Major's coming . ter , who knew all the ground , arranged the ...
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... road , the one hand and Charybdis " on the other , and here , amounting to near four hundred and and came out ahead of them all . While on our fifty , inclusive of one Colonel , two Majors , two rout to Kingsport , a man by the roadside ...
... road , the one hand and Charybdis " on the other , and here , amounting to near four hundred and and came out ahead of them all . While on our fifty , inclusive of one Colonel , two Majors , two rout to Kingsport , a man by the roadside ...
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... road and let him pass , He hails each runaway ; But their respect for rank , alas ! Js broke and done away ! Wagon and cart , and man and beast , All in the turnpike jammed ; Mess pork and hams , and shot and grain , - No thoroughfare ...
... road and let him pass , He hails each runaway ; But their respect for rank , alas ! Js broke and done away ! Wagon and cart , and man and beast , All in the turnpike jammed ; Mess pork and hams , and shot and grain , - No thoroughfare ...
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... road leads him " what he was going to do with his fiddle ? " from the river , by an easy ascent , to the Leesburg The rude soldier had never heard of Mirabeau's turnpike , which , running southerly to Drainesville , dying exclamation ...
... road leads him " what he was going to do with his fiddle ? " from the river , by an easy ascent , to the Leesburg The rude soldier had never heard of Mirabeau's turnpike , which , running southerly to Drainesville , dying exclamation ...
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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.