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" From the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and... "
Anecdotes, Poetry, and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865 - 161. oldal
szerző: Frank Moore - 1866 - 560 oldal
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Littell's Living Age, 76. kötet

1863 - 640 oldal
...far nwny to the South uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship nf our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon ns heavily rnns, Silent nnd sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And...

The Atlantic Monthly, 10. kötet

1862 - 796 oldal
...the camp on the shore. Then far away to the South uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...

The Atlantic Monthly, 11. kötet

1863 - 844 oldal
...shining March day, — " Far away to the South nprose A little feather of snow-white smoke ; And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak." Iron conquered oat; the balls from the Congress and Cumberland rattled from the sides of the Rebel...

Tales of a Wayside Inn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 oldal
...the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, • With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...

Poetical Pen-pictures of the War: Selected from Our Union Poets

John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 oldal
...the camp on shore. * Then far away to the South uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, * With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside! As hail rebounds from a roof...

The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, 3. kötet

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 oldal
...camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke , And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle , but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...

Littell's Living Age, 76. kötet

1863 - 640 oldal
...camp on the shore. Then far away to the South uprose A little feather of snow-white smoko, And we krcw that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down npon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,...

Lyrics of loyalty, arranged and edited by F. Moore, 65. kötet

Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 oldal
...From the camp on shore. Then far away to the South uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...

The Patriotic Speaker: Consisting of Specimens of Modern Eloquence, Together ...

Robert Raikes Raymond - 1864 - 530 oldal
...camp on the shore. / Then far avrny to the south uprose A little fi-ather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...

Tales of a Wayside Inn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 oldal
...the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering...death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof...




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