The Soldier's Friend: Being a Thrilling Narrative of Grandma Smith's Four Years' Experience and Observations, as Matron, in the Hospitals of the South, During the Late Disastrous Conflict in AmericaBulletin Publishing Company, 1867 - 300 oldal |
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71. oldal
... fortunate in the event for being five minutes too late . I soon learned that General Cheatham's division had started that morning for Murfreesboro , Tennessee . So I continued my course , and arrived there at six o'clock the same ...
... fortunate in the event for being five minutes too late . I soon learned that General Cheatham's division had started that morning for Murfreesboro , Tennessee . So I continued my course , and arrived there at six o'clock the same ...
143. oldal
... fortunate indeed . Many in your own State have lost everything , and are now penniless ; and yet they do not complain , because they know it is the fate of war ; and more especially one waged against a people who are merely contending ...
... fortunate indeed . Many in your own State have lost everything , and are now penniless ; and yet they do not complain , because they know it is the fate of war ; and more especially one waged against a people who are merely contending ...
149. oldal
... fortunate . The wagons which were to have been at our disposal the following morning were not wanting , as we were safe and snug in Augusta , strolling around the streets of that strange and beautiful city , and wondering where the spot ...
... fortunate . The wagons which were to have been at our disposal the following morning were not wanting , as we were safe and snug in Augusta , strolling around the streets of that strange and beautiful city , and wondering where the spot ...
158. oldal
... fortunate that they left the world before the news of our cause being lost reached them , as such news would have been sad indeed to all such patients , to know that our sweet Sunny South had lost all but its honor , for whose cause ...
... fortunate that they left the world before the news of our cause being lost reached them , as such news would have been sad indeed to all such patients , to know that our sweet Sunny South had lost all but its honor , for whose cause ...
226. oldal
... fortunate . In our skirmishes we have had but two men wounded , and I suppose you have heard that Mr. Howard and Mr. Wood were the ones . I have received a slight wound on the right shoulder , but it was merely a spent ball , and it ...
... fortunate . In our skirmishes we have had but two men wounded , and I suppose you have heard that Mr. Howard and Mr. Wood were the ones . I have received a slight wound on the right shoulder , but it was merely a spent ball , and it ...
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The Soldier's Friend; Being a Thrilling Narrative of Grandma Smith's Four ... Susan E. D. Smith,Little John Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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able army arrived assured Atlanta battle battle of Chickamauga battle of Franklin believe bless boys brave brother camp cars Cartersville cause Chattanooga cheerful comfort Covington dear friend Demopolis duty enemy fear February 23 federacy feel felt fight Flotron fond forget fortunate Frank Hodge Friend-Your furlough gave Georgia give glad to hear hands happy heard heart Hill Hospital honor hope husband kind ladies leave let you know letter live lost madam Memphis Missionary Ridge morning mother Nashville never night noble once passed patients pleasant pleasure poor reached received regiment remain remember Ringgold S. E. D. SMITH scenes seemed sent Shelbyville sick soldiers Southern suffering surgeon tell Tennessee Tennessee river thanks thought to-day train true friend trying Tunnel Hill wagon ward West Tennessee wish wounded Yankees Yanks
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231. oldal - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
183. oldal - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet: — Under the...
231. oldal - That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with lire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ...
231. oldal - 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...
184. oldal - The cooling drip of the rain; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain the Blue; Wet with the rain the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won; Under...
179. oldal - I've been wand'ring away — To see thus around me my youth's early friends, As smiling and kind as in that happy day ? Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, The snow-fall of time may be stealing — what then ? Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine...
184. oldal - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, 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.
184. oldal - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the laurel, the Blue; Under the willow, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers 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.
184. oldal - On the blossoms blooming for all: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain, the Blue, Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of...
107. oldal - The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling, Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.