Named Entity Results, Kentucky (Kentucky, United States)

rs, swift and strong, From nightmare dreams that kissed them down so long; One with a myriad hearts and myriad feet, From field and fireside, lane and thronged street! The battle-fires were leaping up as one, When Baltimore reechoed Lexington! --Kentucky! though unnerved thy mighty hand, Till in thy breast had warmed the traitor band, Thank God! the serpent nursed and nourished there, Timely thrust forth to bite the winter air, Poisons no more where it would fain have fed, And hisses harmless Buckner's shame; Crittenden speaks, and Rousseau's sword's aflame; (And, Prentice!--blame your newsboy!--by the Eternal, You take the War Department of — the Journal!) Lo! where they stand, the impious-hearted ones, Who dare to call themselves Kentucky's sons! No! the old Mother knows them not; she knows Her household shame, her fireside's fiercest foes. Her curse is on them — lo! the Mother saith, “Scatter my chaff before the cannon's breath!” --Therefore, O Year, within thy coffin lie, W

ry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echKentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with a nation's tears bedewed, And fanned by sighs as numerous as th

e came from Wheeling, where, after having been confined for some time in the prison there, she made her escape by tying the sheets together and letting herself down from the prison window. She has been in communication with the rebel leaders in Kentucky, advising them to make certain changes in their plan of operations. When arrested the second time, within ten miles of the enemy's lines in Kentucky, $7500 of unexpended money, furnished by the rebels, was found upon her person. She has been aKentucky, $7500 of unexpended money, furnished by the rebels, was found upon her person. She has been a correspondent of the Richmond Enquirer and the Baltimore Exchange. Miss Poole is yet in confinement in the Sixteenth-Street Jail. Among the number yet confined here is Mrs. Baxley, formerly a resident of Baltimore. She was arrested on the 23d of December. She had just come from Richmond, and had been in conversation with Jeff. Davis, from whom she had obtained a commission in the rebel army for her lover, Dr. Brown. She is, as she represents herself, a very explosive woman, and it was fro

The Rev. H. A. M. Henderson, of Alabama, who has been passing some time in Kentucky, writes a letter to the New-Orleans Christian Advocate, from which the following is extracted: To give you the animus of the Northern Methodist Church in Kentucky, allow me to tell your readers about one Rev. (?) Mr. Black, stationed in Newport, opposite Cincinnati. On one Sabbath he had his church ornamented with U. S. flags and brass eagles; his hymns were the Star-Spangled Banner, the Red, White, aKentucky, allow me to tell your readers about one Rev. (?) Mr. Black, stationed in Newport, opposite Cincinnati. On one Sabbath he had his church ornamented with U. S. flags and brass eagles; his hymns were the Star-Spangled Banner, the Red, White, and Blue, and Hail Columbia. He prayed that the Union may be preserved, even though blood may come out of the wine-press even unto the horses' bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs. In the course of his sermon he said: I trust our troops will rally and wipe out the disgrace of Manassas, though it cost the life of every rebel under arms. Let Davis and Beauregard be captured to meet the fate of Haman. Hang them up on Mason and Dixon's Line, that traitors of both section

pon it, was the heroic injunction of a Spartan mother. Sound the trumpet, sound! The die is cast, The rubicon of fate is passed, The loyal and the rebel hosts, Kentucky, throng thy leaguered coasts, And on the issue of the strife Hang peace and liberty and life; All that the storied past endears, And all the hopes of coming year glory, Still pressing where the starry light Streamed like a meteor o'er the fight, Till their expiring bosoms poured The red libation of the sword, Would leave Kentucky now, or thrust Her beaming forehead in the dust, Where treason's reptiles writhe and hiss Like fiends shut out from Eden's bliss? Better the freeman's lowliest ge as accursed-- Day shall be cheerless — no repose At night thy swollen eye shall close-- Lift to indignant Heaven thine eye, Curse God in black despair and die! Kentucky, hast thou son so base Thy fame unsullied would disgrace? Attaint his blood, disown his race, His line, his very name efface. Then charge! thy grand battalions