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Comte de Paris, History of the Civil War in America. Vol. 2. (ed. Henry Coppee , LL.D.) 211 5 Browse Search
William Swinton, Campaigns of the Army of the Potomac 174 24 Browse Search
Edward Porter Alexander, Military memoirs of a Confederate: a critical narrative 107 1 Browse Search
Maj. Jed. Hotchkiss, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 3, Virginia (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 63 1 Browse Search
Brigadier-General Ellison Capers, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 5, South Carolina (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 47 5 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 10. (ed. Frank Moore) 42 34 Browse Search
A. J. Bennett, private , First Massachusetts Light Battery, The story of the First Massachusetts Light Battery , attached to the Sixth Army Corps : glance at events in the armies of the Potomac and Shenandoah, from the summer of 1861 to the autumn of 1864. 38 6 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 10. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 37 7 Browse Search
Jubal Anderson Early, Ruth Hairston Early, Lieutenant General Jubal A. Early , C. S. A. 37 3 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 9. (ed. Frank Moore) 36 10 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Afternoon landscape: poems and translations, Memorial ode. (search)
of bygone war, all memories of the ear. III. A little while it seems Since those were daily thoughts which now are dreams. A little while is gone Since, the last battle fought, the victory won, We saw sweet Peace come back with all her charms, And watched a million men lay down their arms. But at this morning's call We bridge the interval; And yet once more, with no regretful tears, Live back again, though now men's blood be cooled, Through the long vista of the fading years To days when Sumner spoke, and Andrew ruled. IV. Courage is first and last of what we need To mould a nation for triumphal sway: All else is empty air, A promise vainly fair, Like the bright beauty of the ocean spray Tossed up toward heaven, but never reaching there. Not in the past, but in the future, we Must seek the mastery Of fate and fortune, thought and word and deed. Gone, gone for aye, the little Puritan homes; Gone the beleaguered town, from out whose spires Flashed forth the warning fires Telling