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Browsing named entities in Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore).
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Geary (search for this): chapter 1
Ajax (search for this): chapter 1
Joe Hooker (search for this): chapter 1
Thomas H. Elliott (search for this): chapter 1
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the Storming of Lookout mountain. by Capt. Thos. H. Elliott. The uncertain mists were thickening as the ‘proach of day was quickening; The angel of the dawn had put out the stars of night; A sombre mantle wrapped about the beetling cliffs of Lookout, Which frowned in threat'ning majesty from its heaven-soaring height. Awakened a day of great portending — soldiers praying a victorious ending Should show the world the prowess and the force in Federal might. Many a suppliant, prayerful bending, to Him patriot hopes was sending, That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night. Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain-- Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward!
Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted The chilly breeze that 'mong th
White Star (Washington, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
Bethlehem (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
Lookout Mountain, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
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the Storming of Lookout mountain. by Capt. Thos. H. Elliott. The uncertain mists were thickening as the ‘proach of day was quickening; The angel of the dawn had put out the stars of night; A sombre mantle wrapped about the beetling cliffs of Lookout, Which frowned in threat'ning majesty from its heaven-soaring height. Awakened a day of great portending — soldiers praying a victorious ending Should show the world the prowess and the force in Federal might. Many a suppliant, prayerful bending, to Him patriot hopes was sending, That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night. Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain-- Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward!
Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted The chilly breeze that 'mong th
Edna Dean Proctor (search for this): chapter 2
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response of the colored soldiers. by Edna Dean Proctor. To God be the glory!
They call us!
we come! How clear rings the bugle, how bold beats the drum! Our “Ready!” rings clear; our hearts bolder beat; The strongest our right arms, the swiftest our feet; No danger can daunt us; no malice o'erthrow; For country, for honor, rejoicing we go. How watchful, how eager we waited for this, In terror lest all were betrayed with a kiss! Yet, weary in cabin or toiling in field, The sweet hope of Freedom we never would yield; But steadfast we trusted, through sorest delay, That the beam on our night was the dawning of day. 'Tis dawning!
'tis morning!
the hills are aglow! God's angels roll backward the clouds of our woe!-- One grasp of the rifle, one glimpse of the fray, And chattel and bondman have vanished for aye! Stern men they will find us who venture to feel The shock of our cannon, the thrust of our steel. The bright Flag above us, exultant we hail; Beneath it what rapture the ram
Salamis (search for this): chapter 3
3.
Rosecrans. 'Twas something to be a chieftain when The Chaldee hero fought, For 'twas the battle-step of progress then, When manhood's work was wrought. And at the Pass, and Salamis, still higher Waved the glorious crest, When hero-warriors burned with patriot fire, And won a country's rest. And something 'twas, when Hamilcar's great son Was hero under oath-- But in that contest 'twas not Rome that won, For manhood conquered both. And when across the Medial gulf we look For radiant fields of glory, The Cross and the imperial kingdoms took The honors of the story. But still the march of progress onward beat Toward the glorious goal, Where despot hosts and Freedom's legions meet To try the world's control. Then Liberty's flag was given to the strife, Where nature's self is grand, With rivers, lakes, with mountains and with life, And billions, too, of land. Triumphant, then, the banner of the free, Over that curse and blight-- As chieftain then, thrice glorious was he Who battled f
Hamilcar (search for this): chapter 3
3.
Rosecrans. 'Twas something to be a chieftain when The Chaldee hero fought, For 'twas the battle-step of progress then, When manhood's work was wrought. And at the Pass, and Salamis, still higher Waved the glorious crest, When hero-warriors burned with patriot fire, And won a country's rest. And something 'twas, when Hamilcar's great son Was hero under oath-- But in that contest 'twas not Rome that won, For manhood conquered both. And when across the Medial gulf we look For radiant fields of glory, The Cross and the imperial kingdoms took The honors of the story. But still the march of progress onward beat Toward the glorious goal, Where despot hosts and Freedom's legions meet To try the world's control. Then Liberty's flag was given to the strife, Where nature's self is grand, With rivers, lakes, with mountains and with life, And billions, too, of land. Triumphant, then, the banner of the free, Over that curse and blight-- As chieftain then, thrice glorious was he Who battled fo