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strangle the fool that dares to scoff
attention
it's his way | img2poems |
quick step
we're with him before morn
that's stonewall jackson's way | img2poems |
charge stuart
pay off ashby's score
in stonewall jackson's way | img2poems |
ah maiden
wait and watch and yearn
for news of stonewall's band | img2poems |
ah widow
read with eyes that burn
that ring upon thy hand | img2poems |
honor to her
and let a tear
fall for her sake on stonewall's bier | img2poems |
one look to heaven
no thoughts of home
the guidons that we bear are dearer | img2poems |
cling
clang
forward all | img2poems |
breathe a prayer but no sigh think for what you would fight
then charge
with a will boys and god for the right | img2poems |
how he strode his brown steed
how we saw his blade brighten
in the one hand still left and the reins in his teeth | img2poems |
what to him is friend or foeman
rise of moon or set of sun
hand of man or kiss of woman | img2poems |
what cares he
he cannot know
lay him low | img2poems |
at last from out the centre fight
spurred up a general's aide
that battery must silenced be | img2poems |
when midst the storm of shell
our leader with his sword upraised
beneath our bayonets fell | img2poems |
up
up the hill we followed bill
and we captured every gun | img2poems |
by heavens
the foemen may track me in blood
for this hole in my breast is outpouring a flood | img2poems |
no
no surgeon for me he can give me no aid
the surgeon i want is pickaxe and spade | img2poems |
but we stood did we not
like immovable rock
unheeding their balls and repelling their shock | img2poems |
did you mind the loud cry
when as turning to fly
our men sprang upon them determined to die | img2poems |
great heavens
this bullet-hole gapes like a grave
a curse on the aim of the traitorous knave | img2poems |
here morris old fellow get hold of my hand
and wilson my comrade o wasn't it grand
when they came down the hill like a thunder-charged cloud | img2poems |
where's wilson my comrade
here stoop down your head
can't you say a short prayer for the dying and dead | img2poems |
confusion to traitors
keep hold of my hand
and float the old flag o'er a prosperous land | img2poems |
impatient to be where the battle-field calls
every nerve of the charger was strained to full play
with sheridan only ten miles away | img2poems |
what was it a dream
am i all alone
in the dreary night and the drizzling rain | img2poems |
hist
ah it was only the river's moan
they have left me behind with the mangled slain | img2poems |
we met from the battling ranks apart
together our weapons hashed and fell
and mine was sheathed in his quivering heart | img2poems |
my brother
would i had died for thee
this burden is more than my soul can bear | img2poems |
yea it was noblest for him it was best
there to pass over the river and rest
under the shade of the trees | img2poems |
our spirits high with new emprise
ambitious of each exercise
and glowing with a martial thirst | img2poems |
athwart the gloom the lightning flashed
and through the cloud some horsemen dashed
and from the heights the thunder pealed | img2poems |
a khamsin wind that scorched and singed
like that infernal flame that fringed
the british squares at waterloo | img2poems |
virginia cried to tennessee
we two together come what may
shall stand upon these works to-day | img2poems |
the tattered standards of the south
were shrivelled at the cannon's mouth
and all her hopes were desolate | img2poems |
in vain virginia charged and raged
a tigress in her wrath uncaged
till all the hill was red and wet | img2poems |
the brave went down
without disgrace
they leaped to ruin's red embrace | img2poems |
they only heard fame's thunders wake
and saw the dazzling sun-burst break
in smiles on glory's bloody face | img2poems |
they smote and fell who set the bars
against the progress of the stars
and stayed the march of motherland | img2poems |
they smote and stood who held the hope
of nations on that slippery slope
amid the cheers of christendom | img2poems |
god lives
he forged the iron will
that clutched and held that trembling hill | img2poems |
a mighty mother turns in tears
the pages of her battle years
lamenting all her fallen sons | img2poems |
follow me
steady
we'll save the day | img2poems |
this was what he seemed to say
and to the light of his glorious eye
the bold brigades thus made reply | img2poems |
we'll go forward but you must go back
and they moved not an inch in the perilous track
go to the rear and we'll send them to hell | img2poems |
touch it not unfold it never
let it droop there furled forever
for its people's hopes are fled | img2poems |
look within
there's an empty stall
where once stood a charger and that is all | img2poems |
all
o god
it is all i can speak | img2poems |
question me not i am old and weak
his sabre and his saddle hang on the wall
and his horse pined to death i have told you all | img2poems |
a cheer and salute for the admiral and here's to the captain bold
and never forget the commodore's debt when the deeds of might are
told | img2poems |
now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
our stern alarums changed to merry meetings
our dreadful marches to delightful measures | img2poems |
o son of peace
the giant cried thy fate
is sealed at last and love shall yield to hate | img2poems |
the unarmed buddha looking with no trace
of fear or anger in the monster's face
in pity said poor fiend even thee i love | img2poems |
and the red sparks lit the air
not alone for the blade was the bright steel made
and he fashioned the first ploughshare | img2poems |
our stanch good friend is he
and for the ploughshare and the plough
to him our praise shall be | img2poems |
where may the grave of that good man be
by the side of a spring on the breast of helvellyn
under the twigs of a young birch-tree | img2poems |
but what are the deeds of to-day
in the days of the years we dwell in
that wear our lives away | img2poems |
there are three words to speak
we will it and what is the foeman
but the dream-strong wakened and weak | img2poems |
the lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle
he heeds not he hears not he's free from all pain
he sleeps his last sleep he has fought his last battle | img2poems |
alas
they have perished in far hilly regions
and all save the fame of their triumph is gone | img2poems |
though nations may combat and war's thunders rattle
no more on the steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain
thou sleep'st thy last sleep thou hast fought thy last battle | img2poems |
nay nay my little girl
quoth he
it was a famous victory | img2poems |
watch that they spread where english blood is spilt
lest mixed and sullied with his country's guilt
the soldier's life-stream flow and heaven displease | img2poems |
two swords there are: one naked apt to smite
thy blade of war and battle-storied one
rejoices in the sheath and hides from light | img2poems |
their shivered swords are red with rust
their haughty banner trailed in dust
is now their martial shroud | img2poems |
ah
what a sound will rise how wild and dreary
when the death-angel touches those swift keys | img2poems |
the soldiers' guard was brief
whilst right is right and wrong is wrong
ye may not seek relief | img2poems |
there is no holier spot of ground
than where defeated valor lies
by mourning beauty crowned | img2poems |
waiting the judgment-day
wet with the rain the blue
wet with the rain the gray | img2poems |
posting date: december
release date: february
first posted: october | img2poems |
mother says i is that a pie
in tones akin to scorning
it is my son quoth she and one full ripe for christmas morning | img2poems |
but in the parlor
oh the gems on tables walls and floor
rare first editions etchings and old crockery galore | img2poems |
the landlord allowed he was proud
to do the fair thing by that talented crowd
on the rhine generous rhine | img2poems |
so a thimble filled he as full as could be
drink long and drink hearty my jolly friends three
of my wine filling wine | img2poems |
and when ah when the bonds fall due how passing wroth will wax the
state
from nebo's mount to nazareth will spread the cry repudiate | img2poems |
thought the youth and spread his snare
eros chuckling at the blunder
gayly scampered here and there | img2poems |
i was young i did not know
whom it was that venus led
that was many years ago | img2poems |
o heart of mine
lift up thine eyes
and see who in yon manger lies | img2poems |
and the next cavalier sung with make-believe tears
i've loved you
i've loved you these many long years | img2poems |
i have looked for the king this many a day
but the years that mock me will not say
why tarrieth he | img2poems |
oh is it the king come back to me
proudly and fiercely rideth he
with centuries dight | img2poems |
one asketh
tell me myrson tell me true
what's the season pleaseth you | img2poems |
why they gave him turbans red
to adorn his hairless head
and knitted jaunty nightcaps to protect him when abed | img2poems |
in vain the rest demurred
not a single chiding word
those ladies deigned to tolerate remonstrance was absurd | img2poems |
then the other members said
gott im himmel
what a head | img2poems |
and this wonderment increased
till the sympathetic priest
inquired of those same ladies: why this fuss about deceased | img2poems |
whereupon were they appalled
for as one those women squalled
we doted on deceased for being bald bald bald | img2poems |
these and ten thousand other spectres harrow and condemn
the man who's blown in twenty by nine o'clock a
m | img2poems |
they were the boys and they the girls who shared my youthful play
they do not answer to my call
my playmates where are they | img2poems |
o cottage 'neath the maples have you seen those girls and boys
that but a little while ago made oh
such pleasant noise | img2poems |
there's store of wealth
and more of health
in every glass we think | img2poems |
and from the bowl
no genial soul
in such an hour can shrink | img2poems |
and from the bowl
no genial soul
in such an hour will shrink | img2poems |
there's fellowship
in every sip
of friendship's brew we think | img2poems |
and when they saw that cunning little mite
they cried in a chorus expressive of delight
what a cute little boy | img2poems |
why a cute little boy
a funny little boy
a dear little bow-leg boy | img2poems |
now some might suppose that that beautiful bird
performed for her babies the music they heard
for the folk in the little straw parlor don't you | img2poems |
she thought silly girl
't was a beau come to woo
but i guess it was only the cricket don't you | img2poems |
't is there to find the loveliest plates
at such surprisingly low rates
you'd not believe it true | img2poems |
and there is one napoleon vase
i'm sure you'd like to know that place
but no i will not tell | img2poems |
thy breath that was fragrant anon with rapture of music and loving
it grieveth all things with its sting and the frost of its wailing
displeasure | img2poems |
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