Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin1901 |
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Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin Visualització completa - 1907 |
Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin Visualització completa - 1924 |
Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin Visualització completa - 1912 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Abraham Lincoln arms battle battlefield Bearing the banner Betsy Jane Birthday blood blue Boys in blue Captain Chattanooga civil clasp coln comrades confederate gun country's cover their graves Cuba cypress and bay Decoration Day deeds Dewey echoes exult eyes Fallen cold father fight fire float folds fought George Dewey glory Grand Army Grant graves with flowers gray hands o'er hearts Herbert Kline heroes rest honor Hurrah Huzza John Marshall judgment day land liberty Manila Memorial Day Mingle with cypress nation never North northern Numbered old flag patriot peace ranks roll rose Mingle school house school room secession seemed ship shore shoulder straps side by side slavery sleep soldier boy song South southern Spanish spirit stand stars and stripes storm sword tears thunder tion Twine Union veterans Vicksburg victory Waiting the judgment wears the shoulder Wisconsin wreaths
Passatges populars
Pàgina 39 - 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.
Pàgina 20 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Pàgina 21 - Close to the roadside his body lies; I paused a moment and gave him to drink; He murmured his mother's name, I think, And Death came with it and closed his eyes." 'Twas a victory, — yes; but it cost us dear: For that company's roll, when called at night, Of a hundred men who went into the fight, Numbered but twenty that answered "Here!
Pàgina 39 - 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 sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the laurel, the Blue, Under the willow, the Gray.
Pàgina 20 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells: Rise up ! — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
Pàgina 39 - 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.
Pàgina 33 - 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.
Pàgina 32 - Fired the living with fiercer life ; While overhead, with wild increase, Forgetting its ancient toll of peace, The great bell swung as ne'er before. It seemed as it would never cease; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was "War! War! War!
Pàgina 21 - There they stood in the failing light, These men of battle, with grave, dark looks, As plain to be read as open books, While slowly gathered the shades of night. The fern on the...
Pàgina 20 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN I my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! 0 the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.