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Gaul (search for this): chapter 13
Timrod. Over their graves Over their graves rang once the bugle's call, The searching shrapnel and the crashing ball; The shriek, the shock of battle, and the neigh Of horse; the cries of anguish and dismay; And the loud cannon's thunders that appall. Now through the years the brown pine-needles fall, The vines run riot by the old stone wall, By hedge, by meadow streamlet, far away, Over their graves. We love our dead where'er so held in thrall. Than they no Greek more bravely died, nor Gaul— A love that's deathless!—but they look to-day With no reproaches on us when we say, ‘Come, let us grasp your hands, we're brothers all, Over their graves!’ Henry Jerome Stockard. A Georgia volunteer The author of these verses was born in Lyons, New York, but on her marriage to Gideon Townsend she made her home in New Orleans. How thoroughly she identified herself with her adopted section is evident. Far up the lonely mountain-side My wandering footsteps led; The moss lay thick
John Albee (search for this): chapter 13
foregathering signs. The bleaching flag, the faded wreath, Mark the dead soldier's dust beneath, And show the death he chose; Forgotten save by her who weeps alone, And wrote his fameless name on this low stone: Break not his sweet repose. John Albee. Ode at magnolia cemetery used by permission of the B. F. Johnson publishing Company, Richmond, Virginia, publishers of the memorial edition of the Poems of Henry Timrod. Sung on the occasion of decorating the graves of the Confederground of sailors who fell at Hilton head in 1861 This sequestered spot, the burial-place of the sailors who lost their lives in the capture of Hilton Head by the Federal fleet on November 7, 1861, might have been designed to fit the poem by John Albee. The live-oaks droop tenderly above it and cast a gloom around. Through it comes faintly ‘the sea's near murmur.’ But though the names of men like these may be unknown to fame, they are not forgotten in their quiet resting-places. Each Memor
Burnside (search for this): chapter 13
fe or mother looked with longing eyes Through the sad days and nights with tears and sighs, Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair. Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share: Pity a higher charm to Valor lends, And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends. Henry Peterson. Hollywood cemetery in Richmond, Virginia: 1,800 Confederate soldiers lie buried here. Confederate graves in the Wilderness: reminders of the battle of May 5-6, 1864. Graves of Federal soldiers: near Burnside's bridge on the battlefield of Antietam A corner of Hollywood cemetery: Richmond, Virginia, in 1865 The cemetery at Antietam, not far from the scene of the photograph above, taken soon after the battle on September 16-17, 1862, contains the graves of 4,684 soldiers, of which 1,829 are marked unknown. Even a frail memorial like the one at the grave of the Georgia Volunteer usually fails to record the native heath of him who lies below, or to give any clue to the campaigns in which he
Polk (search for this): chapter 13
heritage of glorious history common to North and South alike. The wartime views on this page are all Southern; yet every American can share the pride of beholding these spots—the house where Washington received Cornwallis's surrender; the tomb of Polk, leader of the nation when Scott and his soldiers fought in ‘Montezuma's clime’; the monument to the statesman Henry Clay; and the barracks at Baton Rouge, a stormy point under five flags—French in 1719, British in 1763, Spanish in 1779, American re was the home of Zachary Taylor, and of his brilliant son ‘Dick,’ the Confederate general, who surrendered the largest Southern army. Yorktown—the house where Cornwallis surrendered, 1781 Monument to Henry Clay at Richmond Tomb of president Polk at Nashville Historic ground at Baton Rouge, Louisiana Blow, Herald, blow! Heart shot a glance To catch his lady's eye; But Brain looked straight a-front, his lance To aim more faithfully. They charged, they struck; both fell, bo
Gaines (search for this): chapter 13
house where Washington received Cornwallis's surrender; the tomb of Polk, leader of the nation when Scott and his soldiers fought in ‘Montezuma's clime’; the monument to the statesman Henry Clay; and the barracks at Baton Rouge, a stormy point under five flags—French in 1719, British in 1763, Spanish in 1779, American in 1810, and Confederate in 1861. Here nearly every prominent officer in the United States army since the Revolution did duty —Wilkinson and the first Wade Hampton, afterward Gaines and Jesup and Taylor, heroes of 1812. Here Winfield Scott saw his first service. Here Lafayette was received, and Andrew Jackson later. Here was the home of Zachary Taylor, and of his brilliant son ‘Dick,’ the Confederate general, who surrendered the largest Southern army. Yorktown—the house where Cornwallis surrendered, 1781 Monument to Henry Clay at Richmond Tomb of president Polk at Nashville Historic ground at Baton Rouge, Louisiana Blow, Herald, blow! Heart shot
Francis Miles Finch (search for this): chapter 13
wers Alike for the friend and the foe: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray. The blue and the gray: ‘by the flow of the inland river—whence the fleets of iron have fled’ Finch's noble lines were evoked by a happening in a Mississippi town, as the opposite page sets forth. The war-time photographs show Union gunboats before they had left the river to peace. The four vessels on this page, Baron DeKalb, Cincinnati, and shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray. Francis Miles Finch. The blossoms blooming for all These words of The blue and the gray might have been written for the tranquil scene here preserved by the war-time camera. All the foreground is bright with daisies, and the three graves under the trees b<
Martha Washington (search for this): chapter 13
-li-raed merrily; But Brain sat still, with never a sound— Full cynical-calm was he. Heart's helmet-crest bore favors three From his lady's white hand caught; Brain's casque was bare as Fact—not he Or favor gave or sought. Various historical monuments. Peterson's poem preceding celebrates the heritage of glorious history common to North and South alike. The wartime views on this page are all Southern; yet every American can share the pride of beholding these spots—the house where Washington received Cornwallis's surrender; the tomb of Polk, leader of the nation when Scott and his soldiers fought in ‘Montezuma's clime’; the monument to the statesman Henry Clay; and the barracks at Baton Rouge, a stormy point under five flags—French in 1719, British in 1763, Spanish in 1779, American in 1810, and Confederate in 1861. Here nearly every prominent officer in the United States army since the Revolution did duty —Wilkinson and the first Wade Hampton, afterward Gaines and Jes
Henry Peterson (search for this): chapter 13
metery at Alexandria A sweeping view of the Alexandria heroic dead Ode for decoration day One of the earliest poems of its class, this selection from Peterson's ode manifests a spirit as admirable as it is now general. O gallant brothers of the generous South, Foes for a day and brothers for all time! I charge you by tdening into gaunt Despair. Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share: Pity a higher charm to Valor lends, And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends. Henry Peterson. Hollywood cemetery in Richmond, Virginia: 1,800 Confederate soldiers lie buried here. Confederate graves in the Wilderness: reminders of the battlcrest bore favors three From his lady's white hand caught; Brain's casque was bare as Fact—not he Or favor gave or sought. Various historical monuments. Peterson's poem preceding celebrates the heritage of glorious history common to North and South alike. The wartime views on this page are all Southern; yet every America
Jesup (search for this): chapter 13
e Washington received Cornwallis's surrender; the tomb of Polk, leader of the nation when Scott and his soldiers fought in ‘Montezuma's clime’; the monument to the statesman Henry Clay; and the barracks at Baton Rouge, a stormy point under five flags—French in 1719, British in 1763, Spanish in 1779, American in 1810, and Confederate in 1861. Here nearly every prominent officer in the United States army since the Revolution did duty —Wilkinson and the first Wade Hampton, afterward Gaines and Jesup and Taylor, heroes of 1812. Here Winfield Scott saw his first service. Here Lafayette was received, and Andrew Jackson later. Here was the home of Zachary Taylor, and of his brilliant son ‘Dick,’ the Confederate general, who surrendered the largest Southern army. Yorktown—the house where Cornwallis surrendered, 1781 Monument to Henry Clay at Richmond Tomb of president Polk at Nashville Historic ground at Baton Rouge, Louisiana Blow, Herald, blow! Heart shot a glance
Shenandoah (search for this): chapter 13
t fights he fought, what wounds he wore, Are all unknown to fame; Remember, on his lonely grave There is not e'en a name! That he fought well and bravely too, And held his country dear, We know, else he had never been A Georgia Volunteer. He sleeps—what need to question now If he were wrong or right? He knows, ere this, whose cause was just In God the Father's sight. He wields no warlike weapons now, Returns no foeman's thrust— Who but a coward would revile An honest soldier's dust? Roll, Shenandoah, proudly roll, Adown thy rocky glen, Above thee lies the grave of one Of Stonewall Jackson's men. Beneath the cedar and the pine, In solitude austere, Unknown, unnamed, forgotten, lies A Georgia Volunteer. Mary Ashley Townsend. Where some of the heroic dead lie in national cemeteries These wildernesses of headstones bring vividly to mind the resting-places of our heroic dead. There were in 1910 eighty-four national cemeteries situated in twenty-eight different States. In them
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