Recollections Grave and Gay

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C. Scribner's sons, 1911 - Confederate States of America - 384 pages
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Page 313 - Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Page 313 - Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame. With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!
Page 139 - We see him now — the old slouched hat Cocked o'er his eye askew, The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true. The "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well; Says he, "That's Banks— he's fond of shell; Lord save his soul ! we'll give him " well, That's "Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 92 - Achievements such as these demanded much valor and patriotism. History records few examples of greater fortitude and endurance than this army has exhibited; and I am commissioned by the President to thank you in the name of the Confederate States for the undying fame you have won for their arms.
Page 87 - Ashby bore to my command for most of the previous twelve months will justify me in saying that as a partisan officer I never knew his superior. His daring was proverbial, his powers of endurance almost incredible, his tone of character heroic, and his sagacity almost intuitive in divining the purposes and movements of the enemy.
Page 139 - He's in the saddle now. Fall in Steady — the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford cut off. We'll win His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn; What matter if our feet are torn, "Quick step," we're with him before dawn . That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 139 - Lay bare thine arm! Stretch forth thy rod. Amen." That's Stonewall's way. He's in the saddle now. Fall in, Steady the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off; we'll win His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? Quick step! We're with him before morn — That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 139 - em well; Says he, " That's Banks— he's fond of shell ; Lord save his soul ! we'll give him " — well, That's
Page 84 - ... sorrow — all the Richmond war sounds, sacred and unforgettable. Day after day one heard the wailing dirge of military bands preceding a soldier's funeral. One could not number those sad pageants in our leafy streets: the coffin with its cap and sword and gloves, the riderless horse with empty boots in the stirrups of an army saddle! Such soldiers as could be spared from the front marching with arms reversed and crape-shrouded banners, passers-by standing with bare bent heads. Funerals by night...
Page 225 - Davis was attended by Colonel William Preston Johnston, Colonel John Taylor Wood, Colonel Frank R. Lubbock, Mr. Reagan, Colonel Thorburn, and Robert, the President's negro servant. This unexpected encounter kept the President with his family for some days, when, in compliance with the earnest solicitation of the staff, he consented to leave them and go on unhampered by a wagon train. At the village of Abbeville...

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