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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 21 1 Browse Search
William Alexander Linn, Horace Greeley Founder and Editor of The New York Tribune 13 1 Browse Search
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley 11 1 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1 6 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore) 4 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 4 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 4 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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5. the regiment returned. by Park Benjamin. The fife blows shrill, the drum beats loud; I hear the tramp of many feet Come echoing up the city street, With cheers and welcomes from the crowd. It is the regiment returned, That went away three months ago; Fearless they met the Southern foe, And with true patriot ardor burned. Their looks and dress are somewhat worn, But every gun is free from rust, And that is honorable dust Upon their caps and knapsacks borne. Their banner still is held on high, Though soiled with wind, and rain, and smoke, As bravely as when first it broke In light like sunrise on the sky. In the full front of battle shown, It onward led the serried files O'er many rough and weary miles, Through wild, beleaguered paths unknown. Against its folds the shot were cast, From hidden batteries, charged with death; And though its bearer held his breath, 'Twas carried upward to the last. And now, still marching where it waves, The bold survivors of the band, Return
44. the soldier's last word. by Park Benjamin. He lay upon the battle-field, Where late the clash of arms was heard, And from his pallid lips there came, In broken accents, one fond word. “Mother!” was all the soldier said, As, freshly from his wounded side, The hot blood flowed and bore away His life upon its crimson tide. Bravest among the brave he rushed, Without a throb or thought of fear, And loudest 'mid the tumult pealed, In clarion tones, his charging cheer: On to the battle! comrades, on! Strike for the Union! strike for fame! Who lives will win his country's praise, Who dies will leave a glorious name. Alas! what courage can advance Against a storm of iron hail? What hearts repel a fiery sleet, Though clad, like ancient knights, in mail? He sunk beneath the waves of strife, Among an undistinguished train, Foremost upon the battle-field, And first among the early slain. Dying, he turned him from the flag, Whose Stars and Stripes still onward waved; Dying, he thought no