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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 4 (search)
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the flag of Fort Sumter. “We have humbled the Flag of the United States.” [Gov. Pickens. Our banner humbled!--when it flew Above the band that fought so well, And not, till hope's last ray withdrew, Before the traitors' cannon fell! No, Anderson!
with loud acclaim We hail thee hero of the hour When circling batteries poured their flame Against thy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 35 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 42 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 108 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 252 (search)
It is going to be the very mischief to run the Lincolnites off Santa Rosa Island if they don't want to go. We may and will make Fort Pickens hot for them, but they have plenty of men, and can get as many more as Lincoln can send them; when Pickens is rendered untenable, they can entrench themselves — beyond the reach of our batteries, if they like, and so keep up their camp as long as they please, or until we leave the mainland to attack them in their strong-hold.
We cannot starve them out without a naval force superior to that at their command.
So we shall have to keep a strong force on hand to watch this nest of impudent fellows right under our noses.
The knocking to pieces of Fort Pickens will not be getting rid of them if they are of a mind to stay on the island.
There is plenty of sand there for batteries, and our reports show that the enemy is using it to fortify his lines.--Mobile Adv., April 23.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 264 (search)
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songs of the rebels.
Song for the Times.
written for the ladies' military Fair, New Orleans. Go, soldiers!
arm you for the fight; God shield the. cause of Justice, Right; May all return with victory crowned; May every heart with joy abound; May each deserve the laurel crown, Nor one to meet his lady's frown. May each deserve his lady's kiss;-- His gun ne'er find its aim amiss; May Pickens' Fort at once be ours; May glory bright await the hours; May every foeman take to flight I To arms, then, soldiers!
for the fight. To arms, ye brave!
your homes are dear; To arms!
the foe is very near. Your country calls — your cause is good; To arms, who have fair lady woo'd! To arms, if you would know the joy Of her esteem, without alloy. To arms!
the Fort must now be ours; Then fight and work with all your powers; Let wreaths immortal crown your graves-- The surging surf and foaming waves Your requiem sing.
Oh, soldiers dear, For you who fall we'll drop a tear. Your cause
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 402 (search)