Personal Recollections of Sherman's Campaigns in Georgia and the Carlinas

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H. Dunne, 1866 - 522 Seiten

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Seite 22 - ... How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Seite 290 - BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 233 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
Seite 466 - ... Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The .immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Seite 192 - I am not eager, bold, Nor strong, — all that is past ; I am ready not to do At last, at last. My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part, — I give a patient God, My patient heart; And grasp His banner still, Though all its blue be dim ; These stripes, no less than stars, Lead after Him.
Seite 174 - Talk thus to the marines, but not to me, who have seen these things, and who will this day make as much sacrifice for the peace and honor of the South as the best-born Southerner among you!
Seite 437 - And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery.
Seite 233 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.

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