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Alfred Roman, The military operations of General Beauregard in the war between the states, 1861 to 1865 273 19 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 181 13 Browse Search
William Tecumseh Sherman, Memoirs of General William T. Sherman . 136 4 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3. 108 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 106 2 Browse Search
Jefferson Davis, The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government 71 5 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 10. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 57 5 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 56 2 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume II. 54 4 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 3: The Decisive Battles. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 49 1 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We deem our cause most holy, We know we're in the right, And twenty million freemen Stand ready for the fight. Our pride is fair Columbia, No stain her beauty mars; On her we'll raise the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah, hurrah! etc. And when this war is over, We'll each resume our home, And treat you still as brothers Wherever you may roam; We'll pledge the hand of friendship, And think no more of war, But dwell in peace beneath the flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A midnight scene at Vicksburgh. (search)
ng their line, And many a gleaming, hissing track athwart the heavens shine; 'Tis all in vain; their shot and shell fall short of every mark; Or, wildly erring, sullen plunge beneath the waters dark. 'Tis all in vain; our marksmen true, with an unerring aim, Behind their very ramparts lie, and bathe them red in flame; No foeman bold above those works may show his daring form; Down sentry, gunner, soldier, go beneath that leaden storm! Thou frowning battlement, Rebellion's only, fondest trust, With all their hopes, thy stubborn strength must topple to the dust; These waters, mingling from afar, as they sweep to the sea, Proclaim that they must still unite, that they must still be free! The time shall come when these proud hills no more shall quake with dread; Beneath their peaceful breast shall lie the heaps of gory dead; Redeemed from slavery's blighting curse, the battle's war shall cease, And all Columbia's broad domain shall smile in golden peace. Vicksburgh, Miss., June 21, 1863.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Boston Hymn. (search)
od said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Shall constitute a State. Go, cut down trees in the forest, And trim the straightest boughs; Cut down trees in the forest, And build me a wooden house. Call the people toge
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A welcome home. (search)
st! soldier, rest! Not here the flashing of the foeman's sabre; Not here the wide ranks kneel to Death's behest; Naught but the glance of bright eyes kindly beaming; Rest! soldier, rest! Not here the whistling of the leaden death-shots-- 'Tis but the Oriole singing o'er her nest; The waving tree-tops whispering peace and quiet; Rest! soldier, rest! See yon fair wife, a white-armed welcome waving! No longer now by deadly fear opprest; What heavenly music is that dear voice saying: Rest! soldier, rest! A mother's kisses greet her first-born darling; O joy! how closely heart to heart is prest; In home, sweet home, she bids the weary wanderer Rest! soldier, rest! Not all who answered to Columbia, calling On her brave sons from North, and East, and West, Can answer now-their voices hushed forever; Rest! soldier, rest! Loud let the bugle swell the note of triumph! Sound, trumpets! praise our bravest and our best! Thousands of voices bid each hero welcome; Rest! soldier, rest!
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Our country's call. (search)
Our country's call. to the patriotic women of St. Louis. Come, sisters! in this noble strife Join every heart and hand! There's work for each and every one-- And shall we listless, idly stand? List to the widow's piercing shriek! Oh! hear the orphan's piteous cry! Watch the pale wife as o'er his couch She bends to catch the parting sigh. Shall we, Columbia's daughters, sit, With hearts unmoved and listless air, Nor aid our brothers, husbands, sons, Our country's flag to nobly bear? Forbid it, heaven! on thee we call In this dark hour of deep distress! Oh! give us true and loyal hearts, And words of cheer and tenderness. We cannot wear the glittering sword, And gain the laurel wreath of fame, Or raise upon some gory field, For warlike deeds, a deathless name; But we can go with gentle words, With acts of kindness and of love, To some brave heart — some suffering one-- And point him to a home above. Our hands can soothe the aching brow, And wipe the tears which freely flo
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The Constitution. (search)
stitution's band Into one mighty whole — will dare to say One word, and much less raise his impious hand Against that glorious sun, whose livening ray Sheds o'er Columbia's sons the light of freedom's day. Thou mighty fortress of a people free! A rock upon whose solid front may break The billows of oppression ceaselessly, And nevpeople raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art thou, mighty one, whose noble form At Valley Forge, was by yearn? O thou — and those who girt thy form around- In battle and in council not too soon Your warning voices thunder from the ground, And shake the silence of Columbia's noon: Oh! tell thy heirs, the precious, cherished boon Of liberty to them to guard is given, While beam the stars on high, or shines the moon Upon the land so
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Munchauseniana. (search)
Munchauseniana. Houston, Texas, May 26. A reliable officer of Colonel Bates's regiment, who arrived last evening, brings the information that before he left Columbia a courier arrived from Corpus Christi with information that General Magruder had fitted out several small steamers at that place and attacked the blockading fleet. He succeeded in sinking two of the enemy's vessels, capturing fifteen prisoners, and raising the blockade. Hurrah for the horse marines! Hurrah for Magruder!--Houston Telegraph, May 26.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The blue cockade. (search)
de. by Mary Walsingham Crean. God be with the laddie who wears the blue cockade! He's gone to fight the battles of our darling Southern land; He was true to old Columbia, till more sacred ties forbade-- Till 'twere treason to obey her, when he took his sword in hand. And God be with the laddie who was true in heart and hand, To the voice of old Columbia, till she wronged his native land! He buckled on his knapsack-his musket on his breast-- And donned the plumed bonnet-sword and pistol by his side; Then his weeping mother kissed him, and his aged father blessed, And he pinned the floating ribbon to his gallant plume of pride. And God be with the ribbon, a may glory them betide! He would not soil his honor, and he would not strike a blow, For he loved the aged Union, and he breathed no taunting word; He would dare Columbia, till she swore herself his foe, Forged the chains for freemen, when he buckled on his sword. And God be with the freeman when he buckled on his sword! He lives