Under the Red Patch: Story of the Sixty Third Regiment, Pennslvania Volunteers, 1861-1864

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Sixty-third Pennsylvania volunteers regimental asociation, 1908 - Pennsylvania - 476 pages
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Page 220 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 57 - 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 250 - Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Page 426 - Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies.
Page 204 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 4 - Comrades known by faith the clearest, Tried when death was near and nearest, Bound we are by ties the dearest, Brothers evermore to be : And, if spared, and growing older, Shoulder still in line with shoulder, And with hearts no thrill the colder, Brothers ever we shall be. By communion of the banner, Crimson, white and starry banner, By the baptism of the banner Children of one church are we. Creed nor faction can divide us, Race nor language can divide us, Still, whatever fate betide us, Children...
Page 266 - Doodle" was the strain To which the shore gave chorus. The laughing ripple shoreward flew To kiss the shining pebbles; Loud shrieked the swarming Boys in Blue Defiance to the Rebels. And yet once more the bugle sang Above the stormy riot; No shout upon the evening rang There reigned a holy quiet.
Page 256 - Petersburg with a single brigade from any source. The night was clear — the moon shining brightly — and favorable to further operations.
Page 266 - neath the live-oak trees, The cabin by the prairie. Or cold, or warm, his native skies Bend in their beauty o'er him ; Seen through the tear-mist in his eyes, His loved ones stand before him. As fades the iris after rain In April's tearful weather, The vision vanished, as the strain And daylight died together. But memory, waked by music's art, Expressed in simplest numbers, Subdued the sternest Yankee's heart, Made light the Rebel's slumbers.
Page 85 - How he strode his brown steed! How we saw his blade brighten In the one hand still left, — and the reins in his teeth! He laughed like a boy when the holidays heighten. But a soldier's glance shot from his visor beneath. Up came the reserves to the mellay infernal, Asking where to go in, — through the clearing or pine? "O, anywhere! Forward! 'Tis all the same, Colonel: You'll find lovely fighting along the whole line!

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