The Story of a Cavalry Regiment: "Scott's 900" Eleventh New York Cavalry, from the St. Lawrence River to the Gulf of Mexico, 1861-1865 (Google eBook)

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Veteran association of the regiment, 1897 - United States - 344 pages
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Page 274 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page ix - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Page 274 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 101 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 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.
Page 4 - Soldier, rest ; thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battle fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er...
Page 30 - And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 254 - Again she plunges ! hark ! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock : Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims, shuddering, roll their eyes In wild despair ; while yet another stroke, With deep convulsion, rends the solid oak ; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At Itngtli asunder torn her frame divides, And, crashing, spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
Page 126 - A LIFE on the ocean wave, A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged, I pine On this dull, unchanging shore: Oh! give me the flashing brine, The spray and the tempest's roar!
Page 101 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, For their mother; may Heaven defend her!
Page 343 - You will, however, be able to judge whether you can pass around their army without hindrance, doing them all the damage you can, and cross the river east of the mountains. In either case, after crossing the river, you must move on and feel the right of Ewell's troops, collecting information, provisions, etc.

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