The Soldier's Friend: Being a Thrilling Narrative of Grandma Smith's Four Years' Experience and Observations, as Matron, in the Hospitals of the South, During the Late Disastrous Conflict in America |
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... hand , dashed the cup from their lips and spread darkness and gloom over our once happy circle , and blighted forever the anticipated happiness , those two cousins had hoped the future held in reservation for them and families , by ...
... hand , dashed the cup from their lips and spread darkness and gloom over our once happy circle , and blighted forever the anticipated happiness , those two cousins had hoped the future held in reservation for them and families , by ...
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... hands , which greatly endeared them to me , notwithstanding my fear of them , growing out of the impression I had imbibed of their intention of amputating my leg ; I therefore suffered almost constant fear until I was six years of age ...
... hands , which greatly endeared them to me , notwithstanding my fear of them , growing out of the impression I had imbibed of their intention of amputating my leg ; I therefore suffered almost constant fear until I was six years of age ...
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... hand , stealing along through the green forest to the banks of the babbling brook , where each one , with heart elated , dashed the baited hook into the limpid stream , expecting soon to lift the shining perch therefrom . With the sweet ...
... hand , stealing along through the green forest to the banks of the babbling brook , where each one , with heart elated , dashed the baited hook into the limpid stream , expecting soon to lift the shining perch therefrom . With the sweet ...
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... hands as a signal that I need not run , which always made my heart bound with joy and glad- ness . Seldom were we behind with our recitations . When " old daddy Mack " ( as the scholars used to call the teacher , as a token of their ...
... hands as a signal that I need not run , which always made my heart bound with joy and glad- ness . Seldom were we behind with our recitations . When " old daddy Mack " ( as the scholars used to call the teacher , as a token of their ...
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... hand , whisper- ing , " here , Sue , is an apple to let fall to - day . " Thus passed my first school - day life . Many may look upon the above minutiae of detail as superfluous , but hearts as appreciative as mine is of acts and ...
... hand , whisper- ing , " here , Sue , is an apple to let fall to - day . " Thus passed my first school - day life . Many may look upon the above minutiae of detail as superfluous , but hearts as appreciative as mine is of acts and ...
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Page 276 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 209 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet: — Under the...
Page 277 - Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations : that the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ.
Page 211 - The cooling drip of the rain; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms, the Blue ; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the...
Page 205 - I've been wand'ring away — To see thus around me my youth's early friends, As smiling and kind as in that happy day ? Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, The snow-fall of time may be stealing — what then ? Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine...
Page 210 - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray.
Page 210 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the laurel, the Blue; Under the willow, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray.
Page 211 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the...
Page 210 - On the blossoms blooming for all: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain, the Blue, Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of...
Page 110 - The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling, Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.