War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. | ||
War Poets of The South
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
No war's wild note, no glory's peal,
Shall thrill with fierce delight,
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Theodore O'Hara.
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War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. | ||