Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 23Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 - Literature |
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Page 9028
... arm upon my shoulder , " the French have given us the slip this time : they are already in march , and even if we dared force a passage in the face of such an enemy , it seems there is not a boat to be found . I have just seen ...
... arm upon my shoulder , " the French have given us the slip this time : they are already in march , and even if we dared force a passage in the face of such an enemy , it seems there is not a boat to be found . I have just seen ...
Page 9032
... arms , gradually swelling into a hot sustained fire , through which the cannon pealed at intervals . Several large meadows lay along the river - side , where our brigade was drawn up as the detachments landed from the boats ; and here ...
... arms , gradually swelling into a hot sustained fire , through which the cannon pealed at intervals . Several large meadows lay along the river - side , where our brigade was drawn up as the detachments landed from the boats ; and here ...
Page 9033
... arm to arm , we ride forward to the battle - field . On we went , the loud shout of " Forward ! " still ringing in our ears . One broken , irregular discharge from the French guns shook the head of our advancing column , but stayed us ...
... arm to arm , we ride forward to the battle - field . On we went , the loud shout of " Forward ! " still ringing in our ears . One broken , irregular discharge from the French guns shook the head of our advancing column , but stayed us ...
Page 9035
... arm near the shoulder . Scarcely an officer was not wounded . Power received a deep sabre cut in the cheek , from an aide - de - camp of General Foy , in return for a wound he gave the General ; while I , in my endeavor to save General ...
... arm near the shoulder . Scarcely an officer was not wounded . Power received a deep sabre cut in the cheek , from an aide - de - camp of General Foy , in return for a wound he gave the General ; while I , in my endeavor to save General ...
Page 9036
... arms and bore him along above fifty yards ; but he was stone dead . Not a sigh , not a word escaped him ; shot through the forehead . " As he spoke , his lips trembled , and his voice sank to a mere whisper at the last words : " You ...
... arms and bore him along above fifty yards ; but he was stone dead . Not a sigh , not a word escaped him ; shot through the forehead . " As he spoke , his lips trembled , and his voice sank to a mere whisper at the last words : " You ...
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Page 9070 - I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it." I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Page 9160 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 9072 - To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union even by war, while the government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it.
Page 9159 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 9152 - Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's woe.
Page 9164 - Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 9072 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through his appointed time, he now wills to remove, and that he gives to both North and South this terrible war, as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to him?
Page 9148 - Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Page 9071 - Both parties deprecated war ; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive ; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish.
Page 9169 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.