Anecdotes, Poetry and Incidents of the War, North and South, 1860-1865

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Page 388 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate : "To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 287 - God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him might not perish, but have everlasting life.
Page 399 - But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down ; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight...
Page 245 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Page 437 - Once, to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 82 - ' 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. "Tis nothing : a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
Page 183 - As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. " Strike your flag ! " the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. ' ' Never ! " our gallant Morris replies ; " It is better to sink than to yield ! " And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men.
Page 429 - That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 103 - 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 99 - 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.

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