Lee's Sharpshooters: Or, The Forefront of Battle. A Story of Southern Valor that Never Has Been Told"A story of Mississippi sharpshooters, by ... Capt. Robert F. Ward, interpolated by an exhaustive description of the battles of the Wilderness and Spottslvania Court House by the correspondent of the London Morning herald": pages [359]-475. |
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A. P. Hill abatis advance Anderson Appomattox Army of Northern artillery assault attack battalion of sharpshooters battery breastworks Brunson campaign Capt captured cavalry charge column command comrades Confederate lines court house cover Crater distance drove enemy enemy's Ewell Ewell's Federal lines Federal sharpshooters fell field fight fire force Fort Gregg Fort Steadman forward front gallant Gordon Grant ground guns heavy Heth Hill hundred yards infantry Johnson's Island Lee's Lieut line of battle Longstreet's main line McGowan's brigade ment miles Mississippi morning moved movement night Northern Virginia o'clock occupied officers Orange court house ordered Petersburg picket line plank road position prisoners ranks rear regiment retreat Richmond rifle pits river roar rushed salient sharp shooters shot side sion skirmishers soldier soon South Carolina Spottsylvania court house Stonewall brigade stood struggle swept tion troops Union army vidette volley Weldon railroad Wilcox Wilderness woods
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Page 340 - Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now. The...
Page 263 - You will take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from the consciousness of duty faithfully performed, and I earnestly pray that a merciful God will extend to you His blessing and protection. With an increasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your country, and a grateful remembrance of your kind and generous consideration of myself, I bid you an affectionate farewell. RE LEE, General.
Page 140 - IT is a sultry day ; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass ; There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing.
Page 255 - All that the mind would shrink from of excesses ; All that the body perpetrates of bad ; All that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses ; All that the devil would do if run stark mad ; All that defies the worst which pen expresses ; All by which hell is peopled, or as sad As hell — mere mortals who their power abuse — Was here (as heretofore and since) let loose.
Page 339 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 265 - tis gory, Yet 'tis wreathed around with glory, And 'twill live in song and story, Though its folds are in the dust : For its fame on brightest pages> Penned by poets and by sages, Shall go sounding down the ages — Furl its folds though now we must. Furl that Banner, softly, slowly ! Treat it gently — it is holy — For it droops above the dead. Touch it not — unfold it never, Let it droop there, furled forever, For its people's hopes are dead...
Page 340 - No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now.
Page 239 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...
Page 263 - After four years of arduous service, marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources. I need not tell the survivors of so many hard-fought battles, who have remained steadfast to the last...
Page 339 - No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind ; No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind ; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms.