Love Poems – Page 2833
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Three Hundred Thousand More
[September, 1861] / we are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more! / From Mississippi’s winding stream and from New England’s shore; … -
Barbara Frietchie
Up from the meadows rich with corn, / Clear in the cool September morn, / The clustered spires of Frederick stand … -
Cavalry Song
From “Alice of Monmouth” / OUR good steeds snuff the evening air, / Our pulses with their purpose tingle; … -
Bay Billy
[December 15, 1862] / ’T WAS the last fight at Fredericksburg,— / Perhaps the day you reck, … -
Wounded to Death
STEADY, boys, steady! / Keep your arms ready, / God only knows whom we may meet here. … -
Somebody’s Darling
Into a ward of the whitewashed halls / Where the dead and the dying lay, / Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, … -
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp
In the prison cell I sit, / Thinking, mother dear, of you, / And our bright and happy home so far away, … -
“When this cruel war is over”
DEAREST love, do you remember / When we last did meet, / How you told me that you loved me … -
Sheridan’s Ride
[September 19, 1864] / UP from the South at break of day, / Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, … -
Left on the Battle-Field
What, was it a dream? am I all alone / In the dreary night and the drizzling rain? / Hist!—ah, it was only the river’s moan; …
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