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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 2 (search)
2. the fight at Sumter. I. 'Twas a wonderful brave fight! Through the day and all night, March! Halt! Left! Right! So they formed: And one thousand to ten, The bold Palmetto men Sumter stormed. II. The smoke in a cloud Closed her in like a shroud, While the cannon roared aloud From the Port; And the red cannon-balls Ploughed the gray granite walls Of the Fort. III. Sumter's gunners at their places, With their gunpowdered faces, Shook their shoulders from their braces, And stripped Stark and white to the waist, Just to give the foe a taste, And be whipped. IV. In the town — through every street, Tramp, tramp, went the feet, For they said the Federal fleet Hove in sight; And down the wharves they ran, Every woman, child, and man, To the fight. V. On the fort the old flag waved, And the barking batteries braved, While the bold seven thousand raved As they fought; For each blinding sheet of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough t
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 138 (search)
were unfurled O'er Freedom's sacred ground, And thirteen States confederate stood, In loyal union bound. Its stripes were dyed at Monmouth; In Brandywine's red strea ; On Saratoga's trampled plain; By Lexington's sad green. Its stars shone out o'er Bunker's height; Fort Moultrie saw them gleam; And high o'er Yorktown's humble camp They flashed in dazzling sheen. Rise! souls of martyred heroes, Rise from your troubled grave, And guard once more our Union, Our broken country save! Rise, Stark, from old New Hampshire, Rise, Lincoln, from the Bay, Rise Sumter from the rice fields, As on that glorious day. Again o'er broad savannahs Rise Marion's swart brigade, Whose fiery tramp, like whirlwind rush, Swept down the everglade. Why now sleeps Henry's patriot heart; Why Otis' tongue of flame; Hancock and Adams, live they yet, Or live they but in name? They cannot die! immortal truth Outlasts the shock of time, And fires the faithful human heart With energy sublime. They live! on
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 289 (search)
The man at Bunker Hill who belonged to no regiment, and no company, and was fighting on his own hook, is well remembered. Another man of the same stamp has been found in New Hampshire. The Littleton (N. H.) Journal says, that as soon as tidings of the threatened attack on Washington reached that town, Mr. Benjamin W. Kilburn took down his rifle and started for the nation's capital, to aid in its defence. He is said to be an excellent marksman, and anxious to cover a fighting Secessionist with the sight of his gun. He bears his own expenses in the service of his country. Such promptitude equals that of John Stark of Revolutionary memory.--New Haven Palladium, May 6.