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THE ARMY MARCHES. "No martial shout is there—in silence dread, Save the dull cadence of the soldier's tread, Or where the measured beat of distant drum Tells forth their slow advance—they c
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THE ARMY MARCHES. "No martial shout is there—in silence dread, Save the dull cadence of the soldier's tread, Or where the measured beat of distant drum Tells forth their slow advance—they c
THE REVELATIONS OF A NIGHT. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flowe…
MINDEN LODGE. "What thing is Love, which not can countervail Naught save itself? even such a thing is Love. A…
THE "BIEN AIMÉ." "He had fought the red English, he said, In many a battle in Spain; He cursed the red …
MADAME DE RIBEAUPIERRE. "Who should it be? Where shouldst thou look for kindness? When we are sick, where can we …
TOO LATE. "The storm of fight is hushed; the mingled roar Of charging squadrons swells the blast no more: Gone ar…
THE BURIAL. "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried, Not a soldier…
THE BATTLE OF CORUNNA. "Marked you yon moving mass, the dark array Of yon deep column wind its sullen way? Low o&…
"Soft; I did but dream. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midni…
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