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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 44 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 36 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 36 0 Browse Search
John Jay Chapman, William Lloyd Garrison 36 0 Browse Search
C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874. 34 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 28 0 Browse Search
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing) 28 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 22 0 Browse Search
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 20 0 Browse Search
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.) 18 0 Browse Search
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The Daily Dispatch: February 12, 1862., [Electronic resource], The Sequel. (search)
A Ballad for the Young South. By Joseph Brenan. Men of the South! our men are up In fierce and grim army; Their stable banner laps the air-- An insult to the day! The States of Cromwell rise again In sanctimonious hordes, Hiding behind the garb of fence A million ruthless swords. From North, from East and West they seek The same disastrous goal, With Christ upon the lying lip, And Satan in the soul; Mocking, with ancient Shibboleth, All wise and just restraints-- "To the Saints of Heaven was Empire given, And we alone are Saints." Men of the South! look up — behold The deep and sullen gloom Which darkens over your sunny land With thunder in its womb! Are ye so blind ye cannot see The omens in the say? Are ye so deaf ye cannot hear The whips and scorn of men, Who hide the heart of Titus Oates, Beneath the words of Penn? Are ye so base, that foot to foot, ye will not gladly stand For land and life, for child and wife, With naked steel in hand? A preacher to the pulpi