Idyls of Battle and Poems of the Rebellion |
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ABSENT SOLDIER BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG Belle Missouri bitter blessed blood brain brave breath BRINGING HIM HOME brow BUTLER'S BLACK BRIGADE craven dark darling dastard DEAD LIST dear dearest death dust EARNEST THINKERS eyes face FALL OF LEXINGTON feet fell fight forehead Freedom's glorious glory God's GRAVES OF GETTYSBURG greeting hand hath hero JEFFERSON DAVIS kiss loyal LOYALTY'S LAST EFFORT martyr nation's neath never night o'er pain pale patriot peace prayer PREACHING IN CAMP pride proudly quail quiet RANSOMED BANNER RESURGAM Right shall endure shame shout silent SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG SNOW IN OCTOBER song soul spirit stand stars stood STORY OF SUMTER strength strong suffering Sure and slow sweet sword tears tender terrible thee thine thou thrill throb throng traitor trampled Treason triumph UNION FOREVER unto Veritas Vincit VICKSBURG VOLUNTEER'S RETURN WAITING FOR VICTORY WATCH-NIGHT weary word Wrong wrought
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Page 89 - They burst — a fierce and famished bandRight into Pennsylvania ! In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard the plundered farmer's wail, And every mother's cheek was pale In blooming Pennsylvania ! With taunt and jeer, and shout and song, . Through rustic towns they passed along — A confident and braggart throng — Through frightened Pennsylvania ! The...
Page 91 - ... darkened plain, — They burst upon our ranks and main, In startled Pennsylvania! We felt the old ancestral thrill, From sire to son, transmitted still And fought for freedom with a will, In pleasant Pennsylvania! The breathless shock — the maddened toil — The sudden clinch — the sharp recoil — And we were masters of the soil, In bloody Pennsylvania! To Westward fell the beaten foe, — The growl of battle, hoarse and low Was heard anon — but dying slow, In ransomed Pennsylvania!
Page 88 - When, sudden, over hill and dell, The gloom of coming battle fell On peaceful Pennsylvania ! Through Maryland's historic land, With boastful tongue, and spoiling hand, They burst — a fierce and famished...
Page 58 - s bruised and weak, but she can turn, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Lo ! on her forehead pale and stern, A sign to make the traitors mourn, Now for thy wounds a swift return, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Send out thy thousand loyal bands, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! To where the flag of Union stands, Alone, upon the blood-wet sands, A beacon unto distant lands, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Up with the loyal Stripes and Stars...
Page 8 - T is priceless, purchaseless ! And not a rood But hath its title written clear and signed In some slain hero's consecrated blood. And not a flower that gems its mellowing soil But thriveth well beneath the holy dew Of tears, that ease a nation's straining heart, When the Lord of battles smites it through and through. LEFT ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. OH, my darling! my darling! never to feel Your hand going over my hair ! Never to lie in your arms again, — Never to know where you are ! Oh, the weary miles...
Page 86 - On the warrior heads below; Like the tender sigh of a mother's soul, As she waiteth and watcheth for one Who will never come back from the sunrise land When this terrible war is done. And here, where lieth the high of heart, Drift, white as the bridal veil That will never be worn by the drooping girl Who sitteth afar, so pale. Fall, fast as the tears of the suffering wife, Who stretcheth despairing hands Out to the blood-rich battle-fields That crimson the eastern sands. Fall in thy virgin tenderness,...
Page 35 - But tell her of the dead alone Who lay out in the night. In mercy tell her that his name Was not upon that fatal list; That not among the heaps of slain Dumb are the lips she's kissed!
Page 33 - Ever there comes between her sight And the glory that they rave about, A boyish brow, and eyes whose light Of splendor hath gone out. The midnight glory of his hair, Where late her fingers, like a flood Of moonlight, wandered...
Page 59 - Lo ! on her forehead pale and stern, A sign to make the traitors mourn, Now for thy wounds a swift return, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Send out thy thousand loyal bands, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! To where the flag of Union stands, Alone, upon the blood-wet sands, A beacon unto distant lands, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Up with the loyal Stripes and Stars, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Down with the traitor Stars and Bars, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! Now, by the crimson crest of Mars,...
Page 87 - Oh delicate snow, and cover The graves of our heroes, sanctified, — Husband and son and lover ! Drift tenderly over those yellow slopes, And mellow our deep distress, And put us in mind of the shriven souls And their mantles of righteousness...