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Robert Lowell (search for this): chapter 1
1. this day, countrymen! by Robert Lowell. Cowards, slink away! But who scorns to see the foe Deal our land all shame and woe, Must go forth to-day! Crops are safe, afield! Cripples and old men can reap; Young, and strong, and bold must leap, Other tools to wield. Cast the daily trade! Never may be bought or won, After this great fight is done, What this day is weighed. Leave your true love's side! Go! be fearless, true, and strong! Woman glories to belong Where she looks with pride. True men hold our line; Basely leave their true ranks thin, Waste and ruin will rush in Like the trampling swine. Dare you be a man? Now for home, and law, and right, Go, in God's name, to the fight! Forward to the van!
April 10th (search for this): chapter 2
e maiden's cheek will wear a hue More healthy in the sun, While counting beads of luscious corn The dark-eyed harvest nun! The old man with his snowy locks, White as the winter's zone, Bends on his knee and thanks our God In reverential tone. Children will leap and laugh and lie Upon the greener grass, And shade their sunnier eyes of love While argosies do pass-- The argosies of mellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple hymn Give to my real King; May fortune shield both him and me Beneath the Union wing. --Baltimore American, April 10
ellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple h doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple hymn Give to my real King; May fortune shield both him and me Beneath the Union wing. --Baltimore American, Ap
E. Ross White (search for this): chapter 2
2. corn. the patriotic author of this fine poem may be found in bed 81, hospital no. 4, ward no. 1, in this city.--Louisville Journal. by E. Ross White. The golden banners of the corn Will glad the earth again, Attended by the morning dew And the celestial rain! And matron eyes will brighter grow To see the bending corn Stoop, like a band of worshippers, To greet the rising morn! The maiden's cheek will wear a hue More healthy in the sun, While counting beads of luscious corn The dark-eyed harvest nun! The old man with his snowy locks, White as the winter's zone, Bends on his knee and thanks our God In reverential tone. Children will leap and laugh and lie Upon the greener grass, And shade their sunnier eyes of love While argosies do pass-- The argosies of mellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The i
Yankee Foote (search for this): chapter 3
3. Foote: a lay of Island no.10. We all are anxious now to hear, Amid the war's alarms, That Captain Foote, at “Island Ten,” Achieved a Captain Foote, at “Island Ten,” Achieved a “feat of arms!” But Foote, who won a pair of feats Upon the Tennessee, Says: ”Sailors sail, or swim, or steam, Foot-feats suit infantry! Foote, who won a pair of feats Upon the Tennessee, Says: ”Sailors sail, or swim, or steam, Foot-feats suit infantry! ”Now, give me but a troop of horse, Four-footed then I'll be, And from my boats and horse-marines The rebels quick shall flee! ”So do not, friends, because I wait, Club-footed Foote now dub; For though you fear your Foote is lame, They'll find that Foote a club: That's if I figFoote is lame, They'll find that Foote a club: That's if I fight them on the land, On foot or in the saddle, But if I meet them on the wave, They'll find your Foote a paddle! ”So never fear-like knight Foote a club: That's if I fight them on the land, On foot or in the saddle, But if I meet them on the wave, They'll find your Foote a paddle! ”So never fear-like knight of old, My anxious city-sirs-- This Foote will win you Island ten, And win, to boot, his spurs! “ M. e a paddle! ”So never fear-like knight of old, My anxious city-sirs-- This Foote will win you Island ten, And wi
Island Number Ten (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
3. Foote: a lay of Island no.10. We all are anxious now to hear, Amid the war's alarms, That Captain Foote, at “Island Ten,” Achieved a “feat of arms!” But Foote, who won a pair of feats Upon the Tennessee, Says: ”Sailors sail, or swim, or steam, Foot-feats suit infantry! ”Now, give me but a troop of horse, Four-footed thIsland Ten,” Achieved a “feat of arms!” But Foote, who won a pair of feats Upon the Tennessee, Says: ”Sailors sail, or swim, or steam, Foot-feats suit infantry! ”Now, give me but a troop of horse, Four-footed then I'll be, And from my boats and horse-marines The rebels quick shall flee! ”So do not, friends, because I wait, Club-footed Foote now dub; For though you fear your Foote is lame, They'll find that Foote a club: That's if I fight them on the land, On foot or in the saddle, But if I meet them on the wave, They'll find your Foo; For though you fear your Foote is lame, They'll find that Foote a club: That's if I fight them on the land, On foot or in the saddle, But if I meet them on the wave, They'll find your Foote a paddle! ”So never fear-like knight of old, My anxious city-sirs-- This Foote will win you Island ten, And win,
4. the Irish boys. At Winchester, two Irish companies, in the rebel service, refused to fire on the United States flag.--Louisville Journal. the Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. 'Tis Mulligan can tell the tale Of how they fought that day, When with the foe at Lexington They met in bloody fray. Fast whizzed the shot and murderous shell, The bullets fell like rain; But dauntless stood his brave brigade-- The heroes of the plain. Then pressed the foe in serried ranks; But not to them they yield, Hunger and thirst had done their work, Before they gave the field. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three; Old Ireland is with our side-- I wish that she were free. The Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. Oh! brave were those who nobly fought; But braver still the band Who, forced
Winchester (search for this): chapter 4
ike rain; But dauntless stood his brave brigade-- The heroes of the plain. Then pressed the foe in serried ranks; But not to them they yield, Hunger and thirst had done their work, Before they gave the field. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three; Old Ireland is with our side-- I wish that she were free. The Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. Oh! brave were those who nobly fought; But braver still the band Who, forced by rebels in their ranks, United, made their stand. They saw the old and honored flag Borne out upon the air, And not a gun was raised against Its floating folds so fair! Ah! Lexington and Springfield boast Their heroes true and grand; But Winchester shall stir men's hearts Throughout Columbia's land. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three, For Ireland we'll fight some day, And she shall yet be free. C. M. --Philadelphia Press.
ke rain; But dauntless stood his brave brigade-- The heroes of the plain. Then pressed the foe in serried ranks; But not to them they yield, Hunger and thirst had done their work, Before they gave the field. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three; Old Ireland is with our side-- I wish that she were free. The Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. Oh! brave were those who nobly fought; But braver still the band Who, forced by rebels in their ranks, United, made their stand. They saw the old and honored flag Borne out upon the air, And not a gun was raised against Its floating folds so fair! Ah! Lexington and Springfield boast Their heroes true and grand; But Winchester shall stir men's hearts Throughout Columbia's land. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three, For Ireland we'll fight some day, And she shall yet be free. C. M. --Philadelphia Press.
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 4
4. the Irish boys. At Winchester, two Irish companies, in the rebel service, refused to fire on the United States flag.--Louisville Journal. the Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. 'Tis Mulligan can tell the tale Of how they fought that day, When with the foe at Lexington They met in bloody fray. Fast whizzed the shot and murderous shell, The bullets fell like rain; But dauntless stood his brave brigade-- The heroes of the plain. Then pressed the foe in serried ranks; But not to them they yield, Hunger and thirst had done their work, Before they gave the field. Oh! honor to the Irish boys, And cheers of three times three; Old Ireland is with our side-- I wish that she were free. The Irish boys are bold and brave, The Irish boys are true; They love the dear old stars and stripes, The spangled field of blue. Oh! brave were those who nobly fought; But braver still the band Who, force
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