. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . ion, cannotrecover; some with old wounds; one withboth feet frozen off, so that on one only theheel remains. The supper is being given out:the liquid called tea, a thick slice of bread,and some stewed apples. That was about the last I saw of the regu-lar army-hospitals. Walt Whitman. RESTLESSNESS. (Written before visiting Florence.) WOULD I had waked this morn where Florence with beauty, a white rose rich in sacred dust, in storied stonePrecious past all the wealth of Indian olive-hoary Fiesole to feed

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. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . ion, cannotrecover; some with old wounds; one withboth feet frozen off, so that on one only theheel remains. The supper is being given out:the liquid called tea, a thick slice of bread,and some stewed apples. That was about the last I saw of the regu-lar army-hospitals. Walt Whitman. RESTLESSNESS. (Written before visiting Florence.) WOULD I had waked this morn where Florence with beauty, a white rose rich in sacred dust, in storied stonePrecious past all the wealth of Indian olive-hoary Fiesole to feedOn Brunelleschis dome my hungry eye,And see against the lotos-colored skySpring the slim belfry graceful as a reed;To kneel upon the ground where Dante trod;To breathe the air of immortalityFrom Angelo and Raphael,— to he,Each sense new-fjuickened by a demi-god ;To hear the liquid Tuscan speech at whilesFrom citizen and peasant; to beholdThe heaven of Leonardo washed with gold.—Would I had waked this morn where Florence smiles ! Emma Lazarus. i.

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