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66 Camp advance afterwards Amissville arms army arrived artillery battle battle of Springfield body guard boys Brandy Station brave bridge brigade brother Captain captured Centreville charge Chestnut Hill Club Colonel Averell command comrades cricket crossed Culpeper encamped enemy enemy's engaged excitement Fairfax Station fight fire followed Fred Fredericksburg Frémont Frémont's Germantown guns Hartwood Church Hazel River Hedgesville Heintzelman horse hour hundred hurt infantry James River killed leave Lieutenant Major Zagonyi Malvern Hill marched McClellan miles morning move neighborhood never Newhall's night November o'clock October officers ordered party passed Philadelphia picket duty position Potomac prisoners raid Rapid Ann Rappahannock rebels regiment returned to camp Richmond river road Savage's Station scout Secesh sent shot skirmishers soldier spirits Springfield squadron Station story to-day took Treichel troops wagon Walter Newhall Warrenton White Oak Swamp whole woods wounded yesterday young
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Page 102 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 8 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 8 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies, The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 1 - Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead, unprofitable name, Finds comfort in himself and in his cause ; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause : — This is the happy Warrior ; this is he That every Man in arms should wish to be.
Page 133 - Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, — His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Page 8 - The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again. Within my breast there is no light, But the cold light of stars; 1 give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars.
Page 102 - Never shall be broke by me. Death is nearer to us, brethren, Than it seemed to those who died, Fighting yesterday at Flodden By their lord and master's side. Let us meet it then in patience, Not in terror or in fear ; Though our hearts are bleeding yonder, Let our souls be steadfast here. Up, and rouse ye ! Time is fleeting, And we yet have much to do, Up ! and haste ye through the city, Stir the burghers stout and true ! Gather all our scattered people, Fling the banner out once more...
Page 110 - Thy right hand, 0 Lord, is become glorious in power : thy right hand, 0 Lord, hath dashed in pieces the enemy.
Page 95 - is everywhere;" Harmony guides the whole creation ; But when a bullet sings in the air So close to your hat that it moves your hair, To enjoy it requires a taste quite rare, With a certain amount of cultivation. But never music, homely or grand, Grisi's " Norma " or Gungl's band, The distant sound of the watch-dog's bark, The coffee-mill's breakfast-psalm in the cellar,
Page 52 - My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall, — " Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off, there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...