War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865: A Collection of the Most Popular and Impressive Songs and Poems of War Times, Dear to Every Southern HeartHenry Marvin Wharton |
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A. P. Hill Alabama arms army band banner battle battle's Beauregard beneath bleeding bless blood blue Bonnie Blue Flag boys brave breast brothers Carolina dark dastard dead dear death deeds Dixie dream drums earth eyes fair faith fame fathers field fierce fight fire flag flame flash freedom furore Normanorum gallant gleaming glorious glory grave hand hath hear heart Heaven HENRY TIMROD heroes host J. E. B. STUART Jackson Jefferson Davis Kentucky land LEONIDAS POLK Libera look martyrs Maryland mighty mother neath never night noble o'er peace prayer pride proud Richmond roar roll sacred Savannah shining shore sigh sing sires sleep smile soldier song sons soul South South Carolina Southern Southrons spirit stars Stars and Bars Stonewall storm stream strike sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thou TURNER ASHBY Virginia voice wave weep
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Page 194 - Maryland ! But lo! there surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland, my Maryland! . Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland!
Page 48 - 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.
Page 193 - State, to thee I kneel ! Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland ! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland!
Page 402 - tis drooping dreary; Furl it, fold it, it is best : For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it, In the blood which heroes gave it. And its foes now scorn and brave it, Furl it, hide it, let it rest.
Page 126 - I'll write, if spared!" There was news of the fight, But none of Giffen. — He did not write. I sometimes fancy that, were I king Of the princely Knights of the Golden...
Page 23 - We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far, Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star.
Page 52 - T^HE years creep slowly by, Lorena ; -*- The snow is on the grass again ; The sun's low down the sky, Lorena ; The frost gleams where the flowers have been. But the heart throbs on as warmly now As when the summer days were nigh ; Oh ! the sun can never dip so low Adown affection's cloudless sky.
Page 188 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day : — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet, on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Page 29 - SOUTHRONS, hear your country call you! Up, lest worse than death befall you! To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted, — Let all hearts be now united ! To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! Advance the flag of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! For Dixie's land we take our stand, And live or die for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie!
Page 237 - Ye Stars, which, though unseen, yet with me gaze Upon this loveliest fragment of the earth ! Thou Sun, that kindlest all thy gentlest rays Above it, as to light a favorite hearth! Ye Clouds, that in your temples in the West See nothing brighter than its humblest flowers! And you, ye Winds, that on the ocean's breast Are kissed to coolness ere ye reach its bowers! Bear witness with me in my song of praise, And tell the world that, since the world began, 90 No fairer land hath fired a poet's lays,...