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Browsing named entities in Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore).
Found 2,451 total hits in 990 results.
Mars (search for this): chapter 1
Mitchel (search for this): chapter 1
1.
Mitchel. by W. Francis Williams.
Hung be the heavens with black. His mighty life was burned away By Carolina's fiery sun; The pestilence that walks by day Smote him before his course seemed run. The constellations of the sky, The Pleiades, the Southern Cross, Looked sadly down to see him die, To see a nation weep his loss. “Send him to us,” the stars might cry; “You do not feel his worth below; Your petty great men do not try The measure of his mind to know. “Send him to us-this is his place, Not 'mid your puny jealousies; You sacrificed him in your race Of envies, strifes and policies. “His eye could pierce our vast expanse, His ear could hear our morning songs, His mind, amid our mystic dance, Could follow all our myriad throngs. ”Send him to us!
no martyr's soul, No hero slain in righteous wars, No raptured saint could e'er control A holier welcome from the stars. “ Take him, ye stars!
take him on high, To your vast realms of boundless space; But onc
W. Francis Williams (search for this): chapter 1
1.
Mitchel. by W. Francis Williams.
Hung be the heavens with black. His mighty life was burned away By Carolina's fiery sun; The pestilence that walks by day Smote him before his course seemed run. The constellations of the sky, The Pleiades, the Southern Cross, Looked sadly down to see him die, To see a nation weep his loss. “Send him to us,” the stars might cry; “You do not feel his worth below; Your petty great men do not try The measure of his mind to know. “Send him to us-this is his place, Not 'mid your puny jealousies; You sacrificed him in your race Of envies, strifes and policies. “His eye could pierce our vast expanse, His ear could hear our morning songs, His mind, amid our mystic dance, Could follow all our myriad throngs. ”Send him to us!
no martyr's soul, No hero slain in righteous wars, No raptured saint could e'er control A holier welcome from the stars. “ Take him, ye stars!
take him on high, To your vast realms of boundless space; But onc
Carolina City (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
1.
Mitchel. by W. Francis Williams.
Hung be the heavens with black. His mighty life was burned away By Carolina's fiery sun; The pestilence that walks by day Smote him before his course seemed run. The constellations of the sky, The Pleiades, the Southern Cross, Looked sadly down to see him die, To see a nation weep his loss. “Send him to us,” the stars might cry; “You do not feel his worth below; Your petty great men do not try The measure of his mind to know. “Send him to us-this is his place, Not 'mid your puny jealousies; You sacrificed him in your race Of envies, strifes and policies. “His eye could pierce our vast expanse, His ear could hear our morning songs, His mind, amid our mystic dance, Could follow all our myriad throngs. ”Send him to us!
no martyr's soul, No hero slain in righteous wars, No raptured saint could e'er control A holier welcome from the stars. “ Take him, ye stars!
take him on high, To your vast realms of boundless space; But once
North (search for this): chapter 2
Price (search for this): chapter 2
February 17th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 2
Lizzie E. H. Bates (search for this): chapter 2
2.
victory. by Lizzie E. H. Bates. All the day the stormy clouds Have been drifting overhead In the wind, like misty shrouds For the brave and noble dead; But the sun with genial glow Breaks the sombre veil at last, Like to the exultant show Victors make when battle's past. Listen!
Hear the deepening roar Shaking earth, and air, and sky, From the distant river shore-- How its echoes thunder by! Does an earthquake stalk abroad O'er Missouri's fated soil, Making one vast grave her sod While her rivers seethe and boil? Listen!
No! It is the boom Of the cannon's fearful notes, While the wreaths of battle bloom All around their bellowing throats! Listen!
No! It cannot be! Price is still in full retreat, And our troops in Tennessee Rebel arms shall ne'er defeat! Listen!
Still the ceaseless roar Peals along the quivering air, From the city on the shore News of victory it must bear! Listen!
Hear the loud hurrahs In the quiet village streets While the distant thunder jars-- Echo st
South River, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
2.
victory. by Lizzie E. H. Bates. All the day the stormy clouds Have been drifting overhead In the wind, like misty shrouds For the brave and noble dead; But the sun with genial glow Breaks the sombre veil at last, Like to the exultant show Victors make when battle's past. Listen!
Hear the deepening roar Shaking earth, and air, and sky, From the distant river shore-- How its echoes thunder by! Does an earthquake stalk abroad O'er Missouri's fated soil, Making one vast grave her sod While her rivers seethe and boil? Listen!
No! It is the boom Of the cannon's fearful notes, While the wreaths of battle bloom All around their bellowing throats! Listen!
No! It cannot be! Price is still in full retreat, And our troops in Tennessee Rebel arms shall ne'er defeat! Listen!
Still the ceaseless roar Peals along the quivering air, From the city on the shore News of victory it must bear! Listen!
Hear the loud hurrahs In the quiet village streets While the distant thunder jars-- Echo st