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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 20 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 12 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 7 1 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 4 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 4 0 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 4 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 3 (search)
3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 132 (search)
37. the sentinel of the Seventy-first. by J. B. Bacon. In the midnight zenith gleam the stars. Swift as their rays my soul speeds on, Leaping the streams and the forest bars, On to the heights of Washington. There on the star-lit camp-guard's round, Footfalls I hear of a sentinel, Steps that I love, and the welcome sound Of a voice I know — it cries, “All's well!” “Well!” for our land and our starry flag; “Well I!” for the rights and the hopes of man, Echoes from plain and from mountain crag, “Well! all's well!” from the army's van. Sons of our homes! while the smiles ye love Prayerfully float round your banners of war, Look, 'mid the gleam of your bayonets, above! God holds the guerdon of Victory's star! --N. Y
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 207 (search)
east, and sighs, And the free waves in tumult rise, And the free winds are agitators. II. Hot shells explode in lurid glare, Like meteors in morning air, Hoarse cannon unto cannon calling. War's tropic tempest fiercely rains, Belching red fire in crinkling chains, The iron drops on Sumter falling. III. Shall our good swords in scabbards rust, Our flag, dishonored, trail in dust, When rebels seek our subjugation? Perish the thought! our blades are drawn, Thick as the summer blades of corn, Swift to defend our bleeding nation. IV. The breach in Sumter's battered walls, With black lips to the nation calls, To rise, from inland to the borders. Our flag of stars, by traitors' slaves Trod in the dust, in triumph waves With stripes for cowards and marauders. V. Oh, clang the old bell in the tower, That spoke for Freedom in the hour “That tried the souls” of bravest mortals. Let patriots rock old Faneuil Hall, And mantles on our heroes fall, From those who climbed Fame's starry portals