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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays 30 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 12 0 Browse Search
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Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 1 8 0 Browse Search
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 6 0 Browse Search
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 6 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 6 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 27 (search)
be otherwise, as the converging fire of the enemy was plainly crushing. When the enemy charged upon our men they met their masters, and were invariably beaten back, terribly damaged. But their bellowing batteries, the smoke of which rushed from nearly every clump of pines — batteries opened out here and there, as occasion offered, as if the country were literally full of them — and the swarm of sharp-shooters, secure in rifle-pits and behind a stone wall, and in a sunken road, like that Victor Hugo finds on the field of Waterloo, were too much for the naked valor of our infantry. No troops in the world would have won a victory if placed in the position ours were. Few armies, however renowned, would have stood as well as ours did. It can hardly be in human nature for men to show more valor, or generals to manifest less judgment, than were perceptible on our side that day. It was with a deep sense of relief that I saw the sun go down, and felt that in a little while darkness woul