A household story of the American conflict. The work of the two great captains

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Stran 169 - But there is a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway leading down ; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight...
Stran 169 - And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!
Stran 168 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Stran 170 - Temple of Fame — There, with the glorious General's name, Be it said in letters both bold and bright : "Here is the steed that saved the day, By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester — twenty miles away!
Stran 169 - Impatient to be where the battlefield calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. "Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire, But lo! he is nearing his heart's desire; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away.
Stran 170 - Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high. Under the dome of the Union sky, The American...
Stran 169 - The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops.
Stran 85 - Plain all my wagons for a fresh supply of provisions and ammunition, and propose to fight it out on this line, if it takes all summer.
Stran 193 - Gaines growled low on our left, Morgan roared on our right — Before us, gloomy and fell, With breath like the fume of hell, Lay the Dragon of iron shell, Driven at last to the fight!
Stran 194 - Right abreast of the Fort In an awful shroud they lay, Broadsides thundering away, And lightning from every port — Scene of glory and dread ! A storm-cloud all aglow With flashes of fiery red ; The thunder raging below, And the forest of flags o'erhead...

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