John N. Edwards: Biography, Memoirs, Reminiscences and Recollections; His Brilliant Career as Soldier, Author, and Journalist; Choice Collection of His Most Notable and Interesting Newspaper Articles, Together with Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Letters. Also a Reprint of Shelby's Expedition to Mexico, an Unwritten Leaf of the WarJ. Edwards, 1889 - 420 strani |
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Stran 12
... fires had burned low and comfortable a great flood of radiance was pouring over the mountains and silvering even the ... fire , and burned itself to ashes . The gigantic buckler of the heavens , studded all over with star - diamonds ...
... fires had burned low and comfortable a great flood of radiance was pouring over the mountains and silvering even the ... fire , and burned itself to ashes . The gigantic buckler of the heavens , studded all over with star - diamonds ...
Stran 23
... fire , in an excited tone . His second asked if he would adhere to that resolution . " Yes , " he replied , " it is just as I told you before we came on the field . I will go on if it takes a thousand fires ; " and with this remark he ...
... fire , in an excited tone . His second asked if he would adhere to that resolution . " Yes , " he replied , " it is just as I told you before we came on the field . I will go on if it takes a thousand fires ; " and with this remark he ...
Stran 59
... fire from cellar to garret , and not a drop of water nearer than that apochryphal drop , which Abraham might have commanded , but didn't , to cool the parched tongue of that otherwise apochryphal gentleman called Mr Dives . In about two ...
... fire from cellar to garret , and not a drop of water nearer than that apochryphal drop , which Abraham might have commanded , but didn't , to cool the parched tongue of that otherwise apochryphal gentleman called Mr Dives . In about two ...
Stran 84
... fire a line of ready gaslights . We know of no newspaper which ever before had so much power and audacity , nor have we ever read of one . Perhaps none could exist outside of such a despotism as Russia's . When the savage hour was on ...
... fire a line of ready gaslights . We know of no newspaper which ever before had so much power and audacity , nor have we ever read of one . Perhaps none could exist outside of such a despotism as Russia's . When the savage hour was on ...
Stran 94
... fires there was either dearth , desolation or absolute night . Some of its martyrs were stoned , some of its saints were crucified , and some of its heroes were put to death . Change appeared to have laid its polluting hands upon every ...
... fires there was either dearth , desolation or absolute night . Some of its martyrs were stoned , some of its saints were crucified , and some of its heroes were put to death . Change appeared to have laid its polluting hands upon every ...
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ambush American arms army battle Bazaine beautiful blessed blood Bourbon Democrat brave brilliant called camp Captain Colonel command comrades Confederate dark dead deeds Democratic Depreuil desperate died Douay Emperor Empire Escobedo eyes face faith fell fight fire flag fought France French friends front gentle gold grave guard guerrillas hair hands heart honor horses hour James Kirtley Jeanningros Jefferson City John Edwards John N journalist Juarez Kansas City killed Kirtley knew land lived look Major Edwards Major John Marshal Marshal Bazaine Matehuala Maximilian Mexican Mexico Miramon Missouri morning murder Napoleon never night noble officer once party peace political Queretaro ranks rear regiment road robbers rode Salm San Luis Potosi Shelby Shelby's shot sleep soldiers sorrow soul spoke stood surrender sword things thousand tion to-day told took Victor Hugo voice woman words wounded writer young
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Stran 170 - No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed ; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now.
Stran 170 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Stran 59 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Stran 38 - It was the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, till I confess it began to be something of a bore to me.
Stran 100 - And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out - out are the lights - out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Stran 170 - That sweeps his great plateau, Flushed with the triumph yet to gain, Came down the serried foe. Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath, Knew well the watchword of that day Was
Stran 181 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Stran 58 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 171 - Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished...
Stran 100 - Out— out are the lights— out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.18 12 The inclusion of the poem was an afterthought of Poe's.