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Malvern Hill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict'
Falling Waters (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict'
Chantilly (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict
Wilkes-Barre (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
e-Devils,” etc.--Weekly Herald. From Alabama's wild, Who dashed upon old Fifty-nine As if she were a child. But soon they found us foemen good, Who worked with might and will, And would not give one inch of ground-- It was not in our drill! ”My poor old flag was torn to snreds, But still I held it high, Determined that this tree itself Should run as soon as I. Wounded and faint at last I fell Upon the reeking ground, And feeling round for my dear flag, This, alas! is all I found. ”I crawled away to this old tree, To lay me down and die, And thought of you all, my comrades, But did not think you nigh. How good it is to meet once more Before I go away, To march and carry a different flag, In the endless realms of day! ”Tell them I held--“ his head bowed down, As if nature claimed her own, And they carried off the soldier, Thinking life had flown. But he recovered slowly From wounds — a sad array-- And says he'll yet meet foemen To fight another day. Wilkesbarre, April
Mine Run (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict'
Fredericksburgh (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 107
ns of that old flag, I've borne through battles hot. If I should die of this slight wound-- The trust is not misplaced-- Carry it back to those who gave, And say 'twas ne'er disgraced. ”Just there we met the Catamounts The Fourth regiment of Alabama infantry style themselves the “Catamounts;” and many other chivalry regiments have assumed corresponding “highfalutin” names, such as “Tigers,” “Squirrels,” “Dare-Devils,” etc.--Weekly Herald. From Alabama's wild, Who dashed upon old Fifty-nineAlabama's wild, Who dashed upon old Fifty-nine As if she were a child. But soon they found us foemen good, Who worked with might and will, And would not give one inch of ground-- It was not in our drill! ”My poor old flag was torn to snreds, But still I held it high, Determined that this tree itself Should run as soon as I. Wounded and faint at last I fell Upon the reeking ground, And feeling round for my dear flag, This, alas! is all I found. ”I crawled away to this old tree, To lay me down and die, And thought of yo
E. J. Adams (search for this): chapter 107
50. the last Star: a Reminiscence of mine run. by E. J. Adams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict
Weekly Herald (search for this): chapter 107
d the bleeding man, ”This star is all I've got That yet remains of that old flag, I've borne through battles hot. If I should die of this slight wound-- The trust is not misplaced-- Carry it back to those who gave, And say 'twas ne'er disgraced. ”Just there we met the Catamounts The Fourth regiment of Alabama infantry style themselves the “Catamounts;” and many other chivalry regiments have assumed corresponding “highfalutin” names, such as “Tigers,” “Squirrels,” “Dare-Devils,” etc.--Weekly Herald. From Alabama's wild, Who dashed upon old Fifty-nine As if she were a child. But soon they found us foemen good, Who worked with might and will, And would not give one inch of ground-- It was not in our drill! ”My poor old flag was torn to snreds, But still I held it high, Determined that this tree itself Should run as soon as I. Wounded and faint at last I fell Upon the reeking ground, And feeling round for my dear flag, This, alas! is all I found. ”I crawled aw
Jefferson Foster (search for this): chapter 107
ams. [ Here, Sergeant, take this star. It is the last of thirty-four from our old flag; the remainder are shot away in the eleven battles through which I have borne it — Malvern Hill, Chantilly, South-Mountain, Antietam, first and second Fredericksburgh, Gettysburghl, Falling Waters, Bristow Station, Rappahannock Station, and Mine Run. And if I am not permitted to take it to the ladies who gave it, perform the duty for me, and tell them it never left the field disgraced! --Color-Sergeant Jefferson Foster, of the Fifty-ninth New-York volunteers, to Orderly G. S. Adams, of the Sixth New-York artillery.] All quiet now the battle clash; No more the cannon's sound Peals forth a requiem to the dead, Or shakes the corpse-strewn ground; But gentle night hath drawn her veil O'er this sad scene of woe, As if to hide from mortal ken A sight they dare not know. From dawn of day till eve set in, The fearful contest waged; Still vict'ry perched on neither flag, But brooded where the “tug” had<
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