. Bugle-echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern; . SHERIDANS RIDE.{See page 243. —He dashed down the line mid a storm of SHERMANS MARCH TO THE SEA. {See J>ages 267 and 268.) POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 243 Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo ! he is nearing his
. Bugle-echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern; . SHERIDANS RIDE.{See page 243. —He dashed down the line mid a storm of SHERMANS MARCH TO THE SEA. {See J>ages 267 and 268.) POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 243 Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo ! he is nearing his hearts desire ; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the General saw were the groupsOf stragglers, and then the retreating troops ;What was done ? what to do ?—a glance told him both;Then, striking his spurs, with a terrible oath,He dashed down the line, mid a storm of huzzas,And the wave of retreat checked its course there, becauseThe sight of the master compelled it to foam and with dust the black charger was gray;By the flash of his eye, and his red nostrils play,He seemed to the who
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