 | 1863 - 804 pages
...weary; Yet onward*he goes thro' the broad belt of light. Toward the shades »f tbe forest so drea«У Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves?...so wond'rously flashing ? It looked like a rifle! " Hn! Mary good by!" And his life-blood is ebbing and splashing. • "All quiet along the Potomac to-night."... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - American poetry - 1863 - 410 pages
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves r Was it moonlight so wond'rously flashing ? It looked like a rifle— " Ha! Mary, good-by !" _ And... | |
 | William Wyndham Malet - History - 1863 - 332 pages
...heart-swelling. T. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pages
...heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the...it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wontlrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MART, good-by ! " And the life-blood... | |
 | Frank Moore - History - 1864 - 354 pages
...heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the...it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MARY, good-by !" And the life-blood... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - American poetry - 1864 - 418 pages
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! Mary, good-by !" And the life-blood... | |
 | Elizabeth Collins - United States - 1865 - 132 pages
...swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight... | |
 | Richard Grant White - American poetry - 1866 - 352 pages
...heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the...it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle : " Ha ! Mary, good-bye ! " And the life-blood... | |
 | Marion Harland - Enslaved persons - 1866 - 446 pages
...swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, And his footstep is lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light Toward the...shades of the forest so dreary. " Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it the moonlight so wondrously flashing f It looked like a... | |
 | Marion Harland - Enslaved persons - 1865 - 426 pages
...through the broad belt of light Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. " Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it the moonlight so...wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle ! ' Ha ! Mary, good by ! ' And his life-blood is ebbing and plashing. ' All quiet along the Potomac to-night ! ' No... | |
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And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night — No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead — The picket's off duty forever. 
