“One turns to me his appealing eyes- poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.” Walt Whitman
Beat! beat! drums!-blow! bugles! blow! Make no parley-stop for no expostulation, Mind not the timid-mind not the weeper or prayer, Mind not the old man beseeching the young man, Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties, Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses, So strong you thump O terrible drums-so loud you bugles blow.
Adrienne Morris is author of the deeply moving epic novel The House on Tenafly Road (Historical Novel Society Editor’s Choice).
“I love classic literary and historical fiction like Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind, Laila Ibrahim's Yellow Crocus and Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants and aim to give readers sweeping historical tales filled with characters to love, hate and sympathize with.”
Adrienne lives on a small farm with her mini horse and sheep.
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Scary thought, that arsenic from the old graves. As for the Civil War, while no war is easy, that one has always weighed on me as the most awful. How different the world might have been had they found another way to settle the issues.
Scary thought, that arsenic from the old graves. As for the Civil War, while no war is easy, that one has always weighed on me as the most awful. How different the world might have been had they found another way to settle the issues.
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