Decoration Ceremonies, at Lone Fir Cemetery and New Market Theatre, Portland, Ore., May 30, 1882A. Anderson & Company, 1882 - 22 pàgines |
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Pàgina 12
... freedom day of a race emancipated from bondage and a nation redeemed from iniquity. It is clear to every soldier. It deepens in our hearts a memqry of our brave and our beloved — the grand army of the immortals; and that memory makes ...
... freedom day of a race emancipated from bondage and a nation redeemed from iniquity. It is clear to every soldier. It deepens in our hearts a memqry of our brave and our beloved — the grand army of the immortals; and that memory makes ...
Pàgina 4
... freedom and slavery, light and darkness, had come. The awful encounter had been ordained by the majestic cabinet of events, and the wisdom and justice of God did not choose to disturb the natural order of things. In the course of its ...
... freedom and slavery, light and darkness, had come. The awful encounter had been ordained by the majestic cabinet of events, and the wisdom and justice of God did not choose to disturb the natural order of things. In the course of its ...
Pàgina 5
... freedom will keep guard perpetually with battered helmet and crimson ax, and under its shadow as often as the orbit of the year shall have been completed the Genius of Liberty shall weep like a tearful Xiobe until the fleeting angel ...
... freedom will keep guard perpetually with battered helmet and crimson ax, and under its shadow as often as the orbit of the year shall have been completed the Genius of Liberty shall weep like a tearful Xiobe until the fleeting angel ...
Pàgina 7
... freedom of America and the desire of living in a country where the laborer is regarded as being worthy of his hire. In a single year we drew from England 65,000 of her population, and from the United Kingdom 153,000 ; from Germany ...
... freedom of America and the desire of living in a country where the laborer is regarded as being worthy of his hire. In a single year we drew from England 65,000 of her population, and from the United Kingdom 153,000 ; from Germany ...
Pàgina 9
... Freedom roar, And the breezes of the ocean chant a requiem to the shore, On the Nation's eastern hill-tops, where its corner-stone is laid. On the mountains of New England, where our fathers toiled and prayed, Mid old Key-stone's rugged ...
... Freedom roar, And the breezes of the ocean chant a requiem to the shore, On the Nation's eastern hill-tops, where its corner-stone is laid. On the mountains of New England, where our fathers toiled and prayed, Mid old Key-stone's rugged ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
1st Serg 4th N. Y. Cav Adjutant altar Auld Lang Syne battle field beautiful blood blossoms Blue Bonnie Blue Flag brave Brian Brady camp Capt ceremonies Chaplain citizens Commander Comrade R. C. White conflict Cora Braden country's dead death Decoration Day dew Waiting duty earth eternal flag flowers freedom Garfield gather George Wright Post Grand Army Gray H. Y. Thompson hand hearts heroism Illinois Vol inspired Josie Buchanan judgment day Laura Watkins lives Lone Fir Cemetery loyal Maccabees Mary Morse Meade Post memorial day memorial grave Misses Katie Pierce N. S. Pierce nation noble heroes—is oration patriotism peace prayer Private proceeded to decorate prophet of Islamism prosperity Quartette Club Recitation remembrance Republic sacred second age shadows shrines soldiers song sorrow spirit Stark Street Ferry strew tear of recollection tender to-day tribute U. S. Cavalry U. S. Inf W. A. ROBINSON Waiting the judgment
Passatges populars
Pàgina 6 - 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 6 - 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.
Pàgina 3 - The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but...
Pàgina 7 - No more shall the war cry sever. Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day,— Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.
Pàgina 3 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection — when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart...
Pàgina 3 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more ; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat : For the Lamb, which is in the midst of the throne, shall feed them, and lead them unto living fountains of waters : and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes 1
Pàgina 3 - It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Pàgina 6 - So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain...
Pàgina 8 - Great God ! we thank thee for this home — This bounteous birth-land of the free ; Where wanderers from afar may come, And breathe the air of Liberty. Still may her flowers untrampled spring, Her harvests wave — her cities rise ; And yet till Time shall fold his wing, Remain earth's loveliest Paradise ! 229 I'AND OF OUR BIRTH.
Pàgina 6 - 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.