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Wilmington, N. C. (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.41
Ode to the Confederate soldiers' monument in Oakdale Cemetery, Wilmington, N. C. Dedicated to the Ladies' Memorial Association, of Wilmington, N. C. By General R. E. Colston. This Ode was delivered at the Anniversary Supper of the 3rd Regiment Association, on May 10, 1872, in reply to the second regular toast: Our dead. Erect upon a granite base He looks toward the glowing West; How stern and sad his noble face, How watchful!—thoa he stands at rest. He seems to scan with steadfaWilmington, N. C. By General R. E. Colston. This Ode was delivered at the Anniversary Supper of the 3rd Regiment Association, on May 10, 1872, in reply to the second regular toast: Our dead. Erect upon a granite base He looks toward the glowing West; How stern and sad his noble face, How watchful!—thoa he stands at rest. He seems to scan with steadfast gaze The foeman's dark'ning line of blue; Does he perceive across the haze The glancing bay'nets flashing through? One hand with ev'ry clinched nerve Grips hard the gun o'er which he bends; The other hangs in graceful curve Which rounds the sinewy fingers' ends. Behold!—no carpet-knight is he, His manly grace is Nature's own; In ev'ry feature one may see The light that's caught from battle alone. His garments rough are old and worn, Hard used the shoes upon his feet, That belt and cartrid<
Raleigh Edward Colston (search for this): chapter 1.41
Ode to the Confederate soldiers' monument in Oakdale Cemetery, Wilmington, N. C. Dedicated to the Ladies' Memorial Association, of Wilmington, N. C. By General R. E. Colston. This Ode was delivered at the Anniversary Supper of the 3rd Regiment Association, on May 10, 1872, in reply to the second regular toast: Our dead. Erect upon a granite base He looks toward the glowing West; How stern and sad his noble face, How watchful!—thoa he stands at rest. He seems to scan with steadfast gaze The foeman's dark'ning line of blue; Does he perceive across the haze The glancing bay'nets flashing through? One hand with ev'ry clinched nerve Grips hard the gun o'er which he bends; The other hangs in graceful curve Which rounds the sinewy fingers' ends. Behold!—no carpet-knight is he, His manly grace is Nature's own; In ev'ry feature one may see The light that's caught from battle alone. His garments rough are old and worn, Hard used the shoes upon his feet, That belt and cartridg
May 10th, 1872 AD (search for this): chapter 1.41
Ode to the Confederate soldiers' monument in Oakdale Cemetery, Wilmington, N. C. Dedicated to the Ladies' Memorial Association, of Wilmington, N. C. By General R. E. Colston. This Ode was delivered at the Anniversary Supper of the 3rd Regiment Association, on May 10, 1872, in reply to the second regular toast: Our dead. Erect upon a granite base He looks toward the glowing West; How stern and sad his noble face, How watchful!—thoa he stands at rest. He seems to scan with steadfast gaze The foeman's dark'ning line of blue; Does he perceive across the haze The glancing bay'nets flashing through? One hand with ev'ry clinched nerve Grips hard the gun o'er which he bends; The other hangs in graceful curve Which rounds the sinewy fingers' ends. Behold!—no carpet-knight is he, His manly grace is Nature's own; In ev'ry feature one may see The light that's caught from battle alone. His garments rough are old and worn, Hard used the shoes upon his feet, That belt and cartridge