Michigan in the WarW.S. George & Company, State Printers, 1882 - 1039 من الصفحات |
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1st brigade 1st Michigan 2d brigade 2d division 2d Michigan 5th Michigan 9th corps Adjutant advance April army arrived artillery attack August Austin Blair battery brave bridge brigade camp captured cavalry charge Chattanooga column command of Colonel companies Creek crossed December Detroit driving duty East Saginaw encamped enemy enemy's engaged fall back fell field fight fire flag flank force Ford forward front gallant Grand Rapids guard guns headquarters hill Infantry Ionia Jackson John July June Kalamazoo killed Knoxville large number Lieutenant Colonel line of battle loss Major marched ment Michigan Cavalry Michigan Infantry miles missing morning moved Murfreesboro mustered Nashville night November o'clock October officers ordered Petersburg picket position Potomac prisoners railroad reached rear rebel received regiment remained repulsed retreat river road Second Lieutenant September skirmishers soldiers soon Spottsylvania Court House Station Surgeon Tenn took troops Union Volunteers William wounded
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 556 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 390 - LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
الصفحة 103 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting place of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
الصفحة 92 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
الصفحة 105 - The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave ; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps.
الصفحة 138 - But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind, — And is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high? — To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
الصفحة 59 - that the flag of the thirteen United States be thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new constellation.
الصفحة 103 - It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
الصفحة 240 - Thou hast given a banner to them that fear thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth.
الصفحة 199 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.