. Bugle-echoes : a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . e more,And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of warThundered along the horizons bar;And louder yet into Winchester rolledThe roar of that red sea the blood of the listener cold,As he thought of the stake in that fiery Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight; As if h
. Bugle-echoes : a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . e more,And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of warThundered along the horizons bar;And louder yet into Winchester rolledThe roar of that red sea the blood of the listener cold,As he thought of the stake in that fiery Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight; As if he knew the terrible need. He stretched away with his upmost speed; Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay. With Sheridan fifteen miles away. Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering South,The dust, like smoke from the cannons mouth,Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,Foreboding to traitors the doom of heart of the steed and the heart of the masterWere beating like prisoners assaulting their to be where the battlefield calls ;. SHERIDANS RIDE. {Sie f>age 243. —■He dashed down the Ihie mid a itonn of huzzas.]
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