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Author, and Journalist; Choice Collection of His Most Notable and Interesting Newspaper Articles, Together with Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Letters.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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... hours ' fighting , Shelby determined to cut his way out , and an order to this effect was borne to Colonel Shanks by Major Edwards . The plan was successfully accomplished despite the mighty odds against them . The inequality of the ...
... hours ' fighting , Shelby determined to cut his way out , and an order to this effect was borne to Colonel Shanks by Major Edwards . The plan was successfully accomplished despite the mighty odds against them . The inequality of the ...
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... hours can appreciate his magnificent spirit . He was only a boy when he joined Gordon's regiment , but he soon became the hero of Shelby's old brigade . It was a grand sight to see him in battle . He was always where the fight was ...
... hours can appreciate his magnificent spirit . He was only a boy when he joined Gordon's regiment , but he soon became the hero of Shelby's old brigade . It was a grand sight to see him in battle . He was always where the fight was ...
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... hours of 6 and 7 A. M. , or as soon thereafter as the parties could reach the grounds , in the county of Winnebago ... hour after arriving as far out as designated . If the challenged party did not arrive on time it was to be regarded ...
... hours of 6 and 7 A. M. , or as soon thereafter as the parties could reach the grounds , in the county of Winnebago ... hour after arriving as far out as designated . If the challenged party did not arrive on time it was to be regarded ...
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... hours , upon looking just once more at his familiar features , upon expressing grief at his loss and of sympathy with his be- reaved wife and children . At 12:30 on Sunday the funeral procession formed at the hotel to go to the depot ...
... hours , upon looking just once more at his familiar features , upon expressing grief at his loss and of sympathy with his be- reaved wife and children . At 12:30 on Sunday the funeral procession formed at the hotel to go to the depot ...
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... hour's conversation was the result of our introduction . That hour's talk with John Edwards that night made an indelible impression upon my mind . It was in the midst of the Seymour and Blair campaign , and politics was at fever heat ...
... hour's conversation was the result of our introduction . That hour's talk with John Edwards that night made an indelible impression upon my mind . It was in the midst of the Seymour and Blair campaign , and politics was at fever heat ...
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Stran 176 - The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave ; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Stran 105 - 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 175 - 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 175 - 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 186 - ... 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 176 - That frowned o'er that dread fray. Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground, Ye must not slumber there, Where stranger steps and tongues resound Along the heedless air. Your own proud land's heroic soil Shall be your fitter grave: She claims from war...
Stran 63 - 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 64 - 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 35 - My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is...
Stran 175 - 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