The Soldier's Friend: Being a Thrilling Narrative of Grandma Smith's Four Years' Experience and Observations, as Matron, in the Hospitals of the South, During the Late Disastrous Conflict in America

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Bulletin Publishing Company, 1867 - 300 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 276 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Pàgina 209 - 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...
Pàgina 277 - Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations : that the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ.
Pàgina 211 - 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. 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 ; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the...
Pàgina 205 - I've been wand'ring away — To see thus around me my youth's early friends, As smiling and kind as in that happy day ? Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, The snow-fall of time may be stealing — what then ? Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine...
Pàgina 210 - 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 210 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the laurel, the Blue; Under the willow, the Gray. 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 211 - 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...
Pàgina 210 - 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. 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. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of...
Pàgina 110 - The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling, Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.

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