Dickison and His Men: Reminiscences of the War in Florida |
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Dickison and His Men: Reminiscences of the War in Florida - War College Series Mary Elizabeth Dickison No preview available - 2015 |
Dickison and His Men: Reminiscences of the War in Florida Mary Elizabeth Dickison No preview available - 2012 |
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66 HEADQUARTERS Adjutant arms army Assistant Adjutant-General Augustine battalion battle boat brave CAMP Captain Dickison Captain J. J. Dickison captured Cedar Keys Colonel Commanding Forces Company H Confederate conquered cotton dear deeds detachment duty EAST FLORIDA enemy enemy's fight fire flag Fort Butler Furl Gainesville gallant gallantry Gary Green Cove Springs guard gunboats guns HEADQUARTERS MILITARY DISTRICT heart heroic honor horses hundred intrepid Jacksonville John JOHN MILTON John's river killed ladies LAKE CITY land Major-General mand Marion Light Artillery Martin Witherspoon Gary McCardell miles night noble obedient servant officer Orange Lake Orange Springs Owens Palatka paroled patriotic picket prisoners regiment rendered respectfully returned rode sacred Sam Jones Samuel Owens Second Florida Cavalry Sergeant soldiers soon SOUTH FLORIDA FORCES Southern Southland SPECIAL ORDER spirit surrender sword TALLAHASSEE Third Sergeant tribute troops victory wagons Waldo wounded wreath
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Page 87 - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Page 146 - twill live in song and story, Though its folds are in the dust : For its fame on brightest pages, Penned by poets and by sages, Shall go sounding down the ages — Furl its folds though now we must. Furl that Banner, softly, slowly ! Treat it gently — it is holy — For it droops above the dead. Touch it not — unfold it never, Let it droop there, furled forever, For its people's hopes are dead...
Page 3 - Statesman, yet friend to truth! Of soul sincere; In action faithful, and in honor clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end; Who gained no title, and who lost no friend.
Page 74 - Frankfort, extolled the valour of the soldiers; and calling the officers in a circle around him, addressed them in terms of respect and admiration, and expressed his sympathy for the losses they had sustained. Davoust stepped forward and replied, "Sire, the soldiers of the third corps, will always be to you what the tenth Legion was to Caesar."* Brave words, which his after conduct, and that of his corps, on many a hard-fought field, verified.
Page 150 - tis weary; Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary: Furl it, fold it — it is best; For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it, And its foes now scorn and brave it: Furl it, hide it — let it rest!
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Page 151 - Broken is its staff and shattered; And the valiant hosts are scattered Over whom it floated high. Oh! 'tis hard for us to fold it; Hard to think there's none to hold it; Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh. Furl that Banner! furl it sadly! Once ten thousand hailed it gladly, And ten thousand wildly, madly, Swore it should forever wave...