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Author, and Journalist; Choice Collection of His Most Notable and Interesting Newspaper Articles, Together with Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Letters.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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... taken prisoner . Some time prior to that measureless blunder of a most pitiful senility , the disastrous assault upon Helena , Arkansas , Major Edwards was exchanged and had rejoined his command , taking part in the fateful scenes of ...
... taken prisoner . Some time prior to that measureless blunder of a most pitiful senility , the disastrous assault upon Helena , Arkansas , Major Edwards was exchanged and had rejoined his command , taking part in the fateful scenes of ...
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... taken prisoner in the fight near Hartsville . He was after- ward exchanged and rejoined his regiment at Jackson- ville , Ark . He especially distinguished himself for bravery and strategy in the 4th of July fight at Helena , which was ...
... taken prisoner in the fight near Hartsville . He was after- ward exchanged and rejoined his regiment at Jackson- ville , Ark . He especially distinguished himself for bravery and strategy in the 4th of July fight at Helena , which was ...
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... taken up , the the seconds shak- ing hands with their principals , and receiving instructions in case they should fall . At length all was ready . The seconds had pistols in their hands ready to revenge any infringements of the code ...
... taken up , the the seconds shak- ing hands with their principals , and receiving instructions in case they should fall . At length all was ready . The seconds had pistols in their hands ready to revenge any infringements of the code ...
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... taken from the train , there was a constant stream of sad and sorrowing friends passing in and out of the corridor , all intent upon hearing the particulars of his dying hours , upon looking just once more at his familiar features ...
... taken from the train , there was a constant stream of sad and sorrowing friends passing in and out of the corridor , all intent upon hearing the particulars of his dying hours , upon looking just once more at his familiar features ...
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... taken from the station to the residence of Mrs. L. C. Plattenburg , Mrs. Edward's mother . THE LAST SAD LOOK . At 8:30 this morning the casket was opened , and the citizens of Dover and the people from the country for miles around ...
... taken from the station to the residence of Mrs. L. C. Plattenburg , Mrs. Edward's mother . THE LAST SAD LOOK . At 8:30 this morning the casket was opened , and the citizens of Dover and the people from the country for miles around ...
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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