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Stuart (search for this): chapter 1
Stars Flouted by the three broad bars, And cold-blooded feel! There the rebel banner floats! Tyrants, vanquished by your votes, Spring, like bloodhounds, at your throats; Let them bite your steel! With no traitor at their head; By no braggart coward led, By no hero caught abed, While he dreams of flight; By no “Young Napoleons,” Kept at bay by wooden guns, Shall our brothers and our sons, Be held back from fight! Like a whirlwind in its course, Shall again a rebel force, Jackson's foot or Stuart's horse, Pass our sleepy posts; Roam, like Satan, “to and fro,” And our Laggard let them go? No! in thunder answer, “No! By the Lord of Hosts!” With the Lord of Hosts we fight, For his Freedom, Law, and Right-- Strike for these, and his all-might Shall with victory crown Loyal brows, alive or dead, Crush each crawling Copperhead, And, in bloody battle, tread This rebellion down! Talk of “Peace” in hours like this! 'Tis Iscariot's traitor kiss! 'Tis the Old Serpent's latest hiss!
John Pierpont (search for this): chapter 1
Our country's call. by John Pierpont. air--Scots wha Hae. Men who plough your granite peaks, O'er whose head the Eagle shrieks, And for aye of Freedom speaks, Hear your Country's call! Swear, each loyal mother's son, Swear “Our Country shall be one!” Seize your sword, or bring your gun, Bayonet and ball! For the land that bore you — Arm! Shield the State you love from harm! Catch, and round you spread the alarm; Hear, and hold your breath! Hark! the hostile horde is nigh I See! the storm comes roaring by! Hear and heed our battle-cry: “victory or death!” Sturdy landsmen, hearty tars, Can you see your Stripes and Stars Flouted by the three broad bars, And cold-blooded feel! There the rebel banner floats! Tyrants, vanquished by your votes, Spring, like bloodhounds, at your throats; Let them bite your steel! With no traitor at their head; By no braggart coward led, By no hero caught abed, While he dreams of flight; By no “Young Napoleons,” Kept at bay by wooden gun
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
your Stripes and Stars Flouted by the three broad bars, And cold-blooded feel! There the rebel banner floats! Tyrants, vanquished by your votes, Spring, like bloodhounds, at your throats; Let them bite your steel! With no traitor at their head; By no braggart coward led, By no hero caught abed, While he dreams of flight; By no “Young Napoleons,” Kept at bay by wooden guns, Shall our brothers and our sons, Be held back from fight! Like a whirlwind in its course, Shall again a rebel force, Jackson's foot or Stuart's horse, Pass our sleepy posts; Roam, like Satan, “to and fro,” And our Laggard let them go? No! in thunder answer, “No! By the Lord of Hosts!” With the Lord of Hosts we fight, For his Freedom, Law, and Right-- Strike for these, and his all-might Shall with victory crown Loyal brows, alive or dead, Crush each crawling Copperhead, And, in bloody battle, tread This rebellion down! Talk of “Peace” in hours like this! 'Tis Iscariot's traitor kiss! 'Tis the Old Serpe
A. H. Sands (search for this): chapter 10
Mother, can I go? by A. H. Sands. I am writing to you, mother, knowing well what you will say, When you read with tearful fondness all I write to you to-day, Knowing well the flame of ardor on a loyal mother's part, That will kindle with each impulse, with each throbbing of your heart. I have heard my country calling for her sons that still are true; I have loved that country, mother, only next to God and you, And my soul is springing forward to resist her bitter foe: Can I go, my dearest mother? tell me, mother, can I go? From the battered walls of Sumter, from the wild waves of the sea, I have heard her cry for succor, as the voice of God to me. In prosperity I loved her — in her days of dark distress With your spirit in me, mother, could I love that country less? They have pierced her heart with treason, they have caused her sons to bleed, They have robbed her in her kindness, they have triumphed in her need; They have trampled on her standard, and she calls me in her woe: Ca
Sumterville (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
r, knowing well what you will say, When you read with tearful fondness all I write to you to-day, Knowing well the flame of ardor on a loyal mother's part, That will kindle with each impulse, with each throbbing of your heart. I have heard my country calling for her sons that still are true; I have loved that country, mother, only next to God and you, And my soul is springing forward to resist her bitter foe: Can I go, my dearest mother? tell me, mother, can I go? From the battered walls of Sumter, from the wild waves of the sea, I have heard her cry for succor, as the voice of God to me. In prosperity I loved her — in her days of dark distress With your spirit in me, mother, could I love that country less? They have pierced her heart with treason, they have caused her sons to bleed, They have robbed her in her kindness, they have triumphed in her need; They have trampled on her standard, and she calls me in her woe: Can I go, my dearest mother? tell me, mother, can I go? I am youn
June 4th (search for this): chapter 100
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
Macbeth (search for this): chapter 100
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
Mac (search for this): chapter 100
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 100
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
Lee County, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 100
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
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