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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
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C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874. 34 0 Browse Search
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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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nd the knee: And to the darkened skies We lift imploring eyes, We cry to thee. The clouds of gloom untold Have deepened fold on fold, By thy command; And war's red banner waves Still o'er the bloody graves That fill the land. Our trampled harvest fields, No more their bounty yields Our corn and wine; Thy suffering children see; We crave no friend but thee, No help but thine. Behold how few we stand, To guard our native land From shame and wrong; How weak without thine aid! Yet by thy hand arrayed, We shall be strong. Hark! through the vernal air, The foemen's shout we hear, They come, they come! From valley, hill, and coast, They throng, a countless host, Around our home. O God! save it from harm! Stretch forth thy mighty arm, Thy glitt'ring spear! We fight beneath thy shield, We cannot fear nor yield, For thou art near. And thou, O Christ! so fair, Who didst our sorrows bear: O Prince of peace! Breathe but thy love divine Through all this world of thine, And war shall cease.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), What was found in a prayer-book. (search)
What was found in a prayer-book. The following was found written on the fly-sheet of a prayerbook in one of the churches in Louisville: Hurrah for John Morgan! The Marion of the South, following his footsteps as much so as the Apostles followed the footsteps of Christ. There shall be a Southern Confederacy, so saith the Apostle Paul. See third verse, chapter fourth, Acts of the Apostles. Hurrah for Jeff Davis! and the Southern Confederacy!----the Lincoln hordes and Hessians; polluting the homes and lands of Southern men! Hurrah for Stonewall Jackson, the Deliverer of the Southern Soil, to our Southern Brethren. “P. P. Fields.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A woman's appeal for volunteers. (search)
A woman's appeal for volunteers. by Mrs. Fields. While Autumn lustre peaceful dies down in the yellow West, For thee, my country, I would plead! For thee, who art my life, my creed, I would forego this beauty of the West And its sweet rest. Is she then quite bereaved, has love of glory fled the land? Do men forget, who wear the scars, They, and they only, win the stars? For them the undying laurels of the land Drop from each hand? Have the forgotten days of Christ then past so far away? He knew not where to lay his head! You shall lie soft on Glory's bed, If in clear faith you walk the patriot's way, Nor longer stay. Is God's own image sunk so low that money stands for man? Where are the arms of will and brawn? Where is the strength we cannot pawn? Do piles of gold wear dignity like man, In this our plan? Men, fathers, brothers, hear you not our strong beseeching cry? O lovers! Women have grown proud 1 They learn to look upon a shroud, But will not face a man who dares not die For l