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Page 69
... brighten'd , I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket . And buried him where he fell . Walt Whitman . BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME By the bivouac's fitful flame 69 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... brighten'd , I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket . And buried him where he fell . Walt Whitman . BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME By the bivouac's fitful flame 69 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
Page 78
... Rose and fell the piper's blast ! Then a burst of wild thanksgiving Mingled woman's voice and man's : " God be praised ! -- the march of Havelock ! The piping of the clans ! " Louder , nearer , fierce as vengeance , Sharp and shrill as ...
... Rose and fell the piper's blast ! Then a burst of wild thanksgiving Mingled woman's voice and man's : " God be praised ! -- the march of Havelock ! The piping of the clans ! " Louder , nearer , fierce as vengeance , Sharp and shrill as ...
Page 79
... Rose that sweet and homelike strain ; And the tartan clove the turban , As the Goomtee cleaves the plain . Dear to the corn - land reaper And plaided mountaineer , — To the cottage and the castle The piper's song is dear . Sweet sounds ...
... Rose that sweet and homelike strain ; And the tartan clove the turban , As the Goomtee cleaves the plain . Dear to the corn - land reaper And plaided mountaineer , — To the cottage and the castle The piper's song is dear . Sweet sounds ...
Page 88
... rose , As death withdrew his shades from the day ; While the sun looked shining bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the ...
... rose , As death withdrew his shades from the day ; While the sun looked shining bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the ...
Page 92
... rose- The war note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard - and heard too have her Saxon foes- How in the noon of night that pilbroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain pipe , so fill the ...
... rose- The war note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard - and heard too have her Saxon foes- How in the noon of night that pilbroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain pipe , so fill the ...
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Arethusa arm'd arms army array banner battle beat blast blood boys breath Bret Harte bugles blown Cannon charge cheer Christ or Nietzsche Clusium crest cried death deep dread drum England's dead eyes F. W. Bourdillon fathers fell field fierce fight fire flag fought gallant glory hand Hark hath hear heard Hearts of oak heaven helmet helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Herminius Highland laddie hills homes of England Horatius horse John Burns King land Lars Porsena light look Lord loud Marmion morn mountain Navarre ne'er never night noble o'er pibroch pride proud quoth rage roar rode rolling rose round rush Sextus shield shout slain smile soldier song sound spake spears stand stood sweet sword tears thee Thomas Campbell thou thousand thunder twas victory vigil voice W. E. Henley Walt Whitman waves wild winds do blow wounded