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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 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 49 (search)
17. the steamer Connecticut Carrying a regiment through the Highlands. by A. L. Down through our bright mountain passes The Northern wind faintly brings A sound that is sweet and thrilling, And full of unuttered things: It's the brazen clangor of trumpets, And the measured notes of the drum, And cymbals, and fife, and cornet, As onward the volunteers come. There's a “Hail to Columbia” breaking The murmur of woods and rills; And Washington's march is sounding With its war-tramp among the hills. So nearer, and ever nearer,-- And we gather around the door, And stand there in deep heart-silence, As many a time before. Our eyes take but grave, brief notice, Of the brightness of earth and sky,-- There's a more soul-rousing glory In that dark spot passing by. There are young lives freely offered, And prospects and hopes laid down; There are fair heads bared to the death-blow, Or marked for the victor's crown. See where, on their mighty transport, The volunteers crowd the decks, Their black
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 64 (search)
the cloud, that, like a shroud, Enveloped all the land; The thunder bellowed deep and loud, The storm was close at hand. Columbia's fears were boundless then, Her hopes of good were few; “Disunion!” was the cry of men, Their cry, and ruin, too. We s? Ah, no! America shall rise Above the dismal cloud; This is her resurrection morn! She casts aside the shroud! Harp of Columbia! there is still A theme to waken thee; Thou canst again the bosom thrill As when, of old, from hill to hill Thy echoes less he who leaves his debt Of gratitude to go unmet, And he, how tenfold baser yet, Who glories in the guilt! Ah, yes! Columbia is true, Her sons are firm and brave; Let traitors come with fierce ado, We'll break their columns through and through, 's death we'll give them, too, And each a traitor's grave. Then sweep, ye winds, across the plain! Ye rivers, to the sea! Proclaim the word o'er earth and main, The blood of yore is young again, Its loyalty without a stain,-- Columbia still is fr
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 115 (search)
ptain of a gun on board the steam frigate Wabash, killed in the action at Port Royal. by Charles D. Gardette. He never trod the quarter-deck In pride of high command; No gold on his broad shoulders gleamed, No rapier graced his hand; But a braver captain of a gun Did ne'er by trunnion stand! He had, perchance, but little grace Of learning, or of mien; His conscience and his gun, he thought His duty lay between. And with his utmost skill he strove Alike to keep them clean. He fought as fight Columbia's tars, Her ensign overhead; Her clear eye o'er his smoking gun A cheery radiance shed. A shell crashed through the port; oh God! His limb hung by a shred. I tell you, had the Jarls of old Beheld the hero then, Their beards had gleamed with tears of pride-- Those iron-hearted men! And all Valhalla's warrior halls Had rung with shouts again. He crawled the bulwark near; his eye With coming death was dim; He drew his clasp-knife forth, as death No terrors had for him, And strove, with firm, t
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 252 (search)
r, And seek His aid and protection in each darkened hour. Strike again and again, O ye sons of the free! Carolina's sons to this platform have come: Protection to Liberty, to fireside and home, Their watchword to-day, as their fathers' of old; Truth, justice, and freedom, before Northern gold. Ye are sons of the fathers who bled to be free. Then loud ring the anvil, the hammer, and bell; The South her new anthem, say, what does it tell? Cotton, Grain, and Sugar, have proved threefold cord-- Columbia, the envied, the blest of the Lord. Sun of the sunny land, shine still o'er the free! On heaven's fair arches see graven the names Of patriot and soldier, who drained life's pure veins; Then down with the Northern Despot, let him hide his head, Who by heartless oppression would sever one thread Of this Southern Confederacy, the hope of the free. Once again at the altar, brothers, gather and kneel; One pledge the South--one family, in woe or in weal; One God and one Country, in peace or in w