November: Lincoln's Elegy at GettysburgIndiana University Press, 09.11.2001 - 344 Seiten It begins with the search for hallowed ground, the exact place from which Abraham Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address. In bleak November, Kent Gramm makes a pilgrimage to the most famous battleground in American history and over the course of a month transforms his search into a discovery of the meaning of Lincoln's elegy for America's identity. "The month begins with things that perish. But ultimately, November is a journey of hope, as was Lincoln's journey to Gettysburg. So too I will journey to Gettysburg in these pages. Like Lincoln's fellow citizens, I go there to assuage personal grief, to find answers; and I hope, for me as for them, that my personal sorrows become a vehicle for larger answers and a larger purpose. Lincoln addressed their grief, why not mine; he gave his generation purpose, why not ours." |
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... died in vain — that this nation , under God , shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people , by the people , for the people , shall not perish from the earth . --Abraham Lincoln , Gettysburg , November 19 , 1863 ...
... dying was calm under that clear , empty sky . But soon he must have felt cold water streaming along the deck , soaking the knees of his trousers , rising , until the planks were gone and he knelt in the sea as it washed around his waist ...
... dying or dead , into the streets by the thoroughly enraged soldiery ; until at last , sullen and cowed and thoroughly whipped and beaten , the miser- able wretches gave way at every point and confessed the power of the law ...
... dying , for the draft , for the empty chairs in grieving homes throughout the Union states . Tomorrow , November 2 , President Lincoln would get a letter he would see as an invitation to explain these things to the country , but today ...
... died thirty years ago tomorrow . Outside after the service , I walk up to the Soldiers ' Cemetery . The wind is raw ; the streets are blown with dry leaves . You see , my children , Abraham Lincoln is one of our fathers , too , like the ...
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Brought Forth Pen and Sword | 30 |
NOVEMBER 4 | 41 |
NOVEMBER 5 | 63 |
NOVEMBER 9 | 73 |
NOVEMBER 14 | 84 |
NOVEMBER 15 | 96 |
NOVEMBER 16 | 106 |
NOVEMBER 22 | 182 |
NOVEMBER 23 | 193 |
NOVEMBER 25 | 213 |
NOVEMBER 26 | 228 |
NOVEMBER 27 | 251 |
NOVEMBER 29 | 266 |
NOVEMBER 30 | 273 |
Modernism and Postmodernism | 285 |
NOVEMBER 17 | 119 |
The Gettysburg Address | 131 |
NOVEMBER 20 | 162 |
NOVEMBER 21 | 171 |
Elegy Written in a Country ChurchYard | 298 |
Notes on the Sources | 305 |