Nathan HaleMacmillan, 1915 - 160 pāgines |
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Alice Adams Ripley André appears Arnold Bela Lyon Pratt Benjamin Tallmadge Boston brave British brother Enoch camp Capt Captain Hale character classmates command Connecticut Cunningham daughter Deacon Hale Deacon Richard Hale DEAR Decorated cloth diary duty early Edward Everett Hale Elizabeth Strong enemy English Enoch Hale father follows Francis Miles Finch FREDERICK MACMONNIES friends give graduated grandson Hale family Hale's death Hale's execution Haven heart Hempstead honor hope Hull Huntington illustrated interest James Hillhouse John Hale later letter Linonia lived London Long Island married memory Montressor morning mother Nathan Hale never night officers passed pastor patriotism pleasure proved Regiment Regt Robert Latimer Samuel Hale September Society soldier sons splendid story teacher thought tion to-day troops Waiting the judgment-day Washington William Hull William Ordway Partridge words writing written wrote Yale College York young
Passatges populars
Pāgina iii - O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare...
Pāgina 107 - 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...
Pāgina 108 - 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.
Pāgina 108 - The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all : — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Broidered with gold, the Blue; Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
Pāgina 109 - 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. No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red...
Pāgina 44 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Pāgina 106 - A sharp clang, a steel clang, And terror in the sound ! For the sentry, falcon-eyed, In the camp a spy hath found; With a sharp clang, a steel clang, The patriot is bound. With calm brow, steady brow, He listens to his doom ; In his look there is no fear, Nor a shadow-trace of gloom; But with calm brow and steady brow He robes him for the tomb.
Pāgina 96 - The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home In a cot by the brook, in a cot by the brook, With mother and sister and memories dear He so gaily forsook, he so gaily forsook. Cooling shades of the night were coming apace, The tattoo had beat; the tattoo had beat. The noble one sprang from his dark lurking place, To make his retreat, to make his retreat. He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves, As he pass'd thro...
Pāgina 106 - By starlight and moonlight, He seeks the Briton's camp; He hears the rustling flag, And the armed sentry's tramp; And the starlight and moonlight His silent wanderings lamp. With slow tread and still tread, He scans the tented line; And he counts the battery guns By the gaunt and shadowy pine; And his slow tread and still tread Gives no warning sign.
Pāgina 109 - Broidered with gold, the Blue ; Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the -rain, — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day : Wet with the rain, the Blue ; Wet with the rain, the Gray.