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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.) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 233 (search)
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compromise. Inscribed to the Congress of the United States, assembled in Extra session, July 4, 1861. by Edna Dean Proctor. Compromise!
Who dares to speak it On the nation's hallowed Day, When the air with thunder echoes, And the rocket-lightnings play? Compromise!
while on the dial Liberty goes ages back-- Scourged, and bound, for our denial, Firmer to the despot's rack? Compromise!
while angels tremble As we falter in the race! Cringe, and flatter, and dissemble-- We!
who hold such royal place? Compromise!
It suits the craven! Has our valor stooped so low? Have we lost our ancient ardor Face to face to meet the foe? Compromise is Treason's ally, Traitors' refuge, cowards' raid; All the wrongs that Justice suffers Flourish in its deadly shade. Compromise is base undoing Of the deeds our fathers wrought; They, for Right and Freedom suing-- We, disdaining what they bought. No!
By all the Mayflower's peril On the wild and wintry sea; By the Pilgrim's prayer ascending, As he
Rebellion Record: Introduction., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Contents of Thie first volume. (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 7 (search)
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the Stripes and the Stars. by Edna Dean Proctor.
(air:--The Star-spangled Banner. ) O Star spangled Banner!
the Flag of our pride! Though trampled by traitors and basely defied, Fling out to the glad winds your Red, White, and Blue, For the heart of the North-land is beating for you! And her strong arm is nerving to strike with a will Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still! Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars And the glory of death — for the Stripes and the Stars! From prairie, O ploughman!
speed boldly away-- There's seed to be sown in God's furrows to-day-- Row landward, lone fisher!
stout woodman, come home! Let smith leave his anvil and weaver his loom, And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry, “For God and our country we'll fight till we die! Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars And the glory of death — for the Stripes and the Stars!” Invincible Banner!
the Flag of the Free! O where treads the foot that would falter for t
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Index, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Index. (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 27 (search)
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who's ready? by Edna Dean Proctor. God help us!
Who's ready?
There's danger before! Who's armed and who's mounted?
the foe's at the door! The smoke of his cannon hangs black o'er the plain; His shouts ring exultant while counting our slain; And northward and northward he presses his line-- Who's ready?
Oh! forward — for yours and for mine! No halting, no discord, the moments are fates; To shame or to glory they open the gates! There's all we hold dearest to lose or to win; The web of the future to-day we must spin; And bid the hours follow with knell or with chime-- Who's ready?
Oh! forward — while yet there is time! Lead armies or councils — be soldier a-field-- Alike, so your valor is liberty's shield! Alike, so you strike when the bugle-notes call, For country, for fireside, for freedom to all! The blows of the boldest will carry the day-- Who's ready?
Oh! forward — there's death in delay! Earth's noblest are praying, at home and o'er sea, “God keep the great
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 2 (search)
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response of the colored soldiers. by Edna Dean Proctor. To God be the glory!
They call us!
we come! How clear rings the bugle, how bold beats the drum! Our “Ready!” rings clear; our hearts bolder beat; The strongest our right arms, the swiftest our feet; No danger can daunt us; no malice o'erthrow; For country, for honor, rejoicing we go. How watchful, how eager we waited for this, In terror lest all were betrayed with a kiss! Yet, weary in cabin or toiling in field, The sweet hope of Freedom we never would yield; But steadfast we trusted, through sorest delay, That the beam on our night was the dawning of day. 'Tis dawning!
'tis morning!
the hills are aglow! God's angels roll backward the clouds of our woe!-- One grasp of the rifle, one glimpse of the fray, And chattel and bondman have vanished for aye! Stern men they will find us who venture to feel The shock of our cannon, the thrust of our steel. The bright Flag above us, exultant we hail; Beneath it what rapture the ram
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), 80 . the Virginia mother. (search)
80. the Virginia mother. by Edna Dean Proctor. My home is drear and still to-night, Where Shenandoah murmuring flows; The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight, And balmily the south wind blows; But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall Black as the pines the shadows fall; And the only friend within my door Is the sleeping hound on the moonlit floor. Roll back, O weary years!
and bring Again the gay and cloudless morn, When every bird was on the wing, And my blithe summer boys were born! My Courtney fair, my Philip bold, With his laughing eyes and his locks of gold! No nested bird in the valley wide Sang as my heart that eventide. Our laurels blush when May winds call, Our pines shoot high through mellow showers; So rosy flushed, so slender tall, My boys grew up from childhood's hours. Glad in the breeze, the sun, the rain, They climbed the heights or they roamed the plain; And found where the fox lay hid at noon, And the sly fawn drank by the rising moon. O Storm!
look up;
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.), Book III (continued) (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.), Index (search)