A Journal of Hospital Life in the Confederate Army of Tennessee: From the Battle of Shiloh to the End of the War: with Sketches of Life and Character, and Brief Notices of Current Events During that Period

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John P. Morgan & Company, 1866 - 199 halaman
 

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Halaman 177 - Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations : that the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ...
Halaman 8 - And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind!
Halaman 64 - Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death. No more may fear to die.
Halaman 149 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Halaman 136 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Halaman 154 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Halaman 183 - Accurst is the march of that glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free. Far dearer the grave or the prison, Illumed by one patriot name, Than the trophies of all, who have risen On Liberty's ruins to fame.
Halaman 76 - As I live,' saith the Lord, 'every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.
Halaman 32 - ... forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale !— They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.

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