Gettysburg: A Battle Ode (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
The sun had set;The leaves with dew were wet:Down fell a bloody duskOn the woods, that second day of May,Where ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
Seaward, at morn, my doves flew free;At eve they circled back to me.The first was Faith; the second, Hope;The third-the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories