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Mars (search for this): chapter 1
tars 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 he turned from you to try His name on martial scrolls to trace. That once was when his country's call Said danger to her flag was nigh, And then that banner's stars dimmed all The radiant lights which gemmed the sky. Take him, loved orbs! His country's life, Freedom for all — for these he wars; For these he welcomed bloody strife, And followed in the wake of M
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
May 15th (search for this): chapter 10
rne from whence no traveller returns — they have set aside the laws of God and man, and it is now high time that we who have not taken part in this struggle should gather ourselves to our tents, and resist these Thugs of the North to the death. Let us strike, then, till the last armed foe expires, Strike for our altars and our fires-- Strike for the green graves of our sires, God and our native land. Oh! Who will, come and go with us, and fight that we may be free. None are worthy of it unless they fight for it. We propose to fight, and fight on until the struggle is ended, and our country free-- And when the conflict's over, In our Southern homes we'll stand, And sing our leader's praises In Dixie's happy land! And all those who are of the same mind, and are able to furnish themselves with a horse, arms and equipments, can enroll themselves with Lieutenant C. L. Brown, who may be found in the Walker Block, on Main street. Come immediately.--Memphis Avalanche, May 15.
C. L. Brown (search for this): chapter 10
rne from whence no traveller returns — they have set aside the laws of God and man, and it is now high time that we who have not taken part in this struggle should gather ourselves to our tents, and resist these Thugs of the North to the death. Let us strike, then, till the last armed foe expires, Strike for our altars and our fires-- Strike for the green graves of our sires, God and our native land. Oh! Who will, come and go with us, and fight that we may be free. None are worthy of it unless they fight for it. We propose to fight, and fight on until the struggle is ended, and our country free-- And when the conflict's over, In our Southern homes we'll stand, And sing our leader's praises In Dixie's happy land! And all those who are of the same mind, and are able to furnish themselves with a horse, arms and equipments, can enroll themselves with Lieutenant C. L. Brown, who may be found in the Walker Block, on Main street. Come immediately.--Memphis Avalanche, May 15.
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
iors wanted.--The confederate States government has very recently passed an act legalizing and recommending the organization of Partisan Rangers, and as that character of warfare is doing good service for the country, and the necessity for them is very great at this time, I have, in connection with a number of other gentleman, determined to organize a corps of brave spirits who will go out and harass the enemy, and drive him from our soil. The Northman has invaded the sacred soil of old Tennessee, and that portion of the country which they have invested is being desolated and destroyed. They insult our women and maltreat our old men — they burn our homes and lay waste our fields — they desecrate the graves of our friends who have gone.to that bourne from whence no traveller returns — they have set aside the laws of God and man, and it is now high time that we who have not taken part in this struggle should gather ourselves to our tents, and resist these Thugs of the North to the d<
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 10
Partisan Warriors wanted.--The confederate States government has very recently passed an act legalizing and recommending the organization of Partisan Rangers, and as that character of warfare is doing good service for the country, and the necessity for them is very great at this time, I have, in connection with a number of other gentleman, determined to organize a corps of brave spirits who will go out and harass the enemy, and drive him from our soil. The Northman has invaded the sacred soil of old Tennessee, and that portion of the country which they have invested is being desolated and destroyed. They insult our women and maltreat our old men — they burn our homes and lay waste our fields — they desecrate the graves of our friends who have gone.to that bourne from whence no traveller returns — they have set aside the laws of God and man, and it is now high time that we who have not taken part in this struggle should gather ourselves to our tents, and resist these Thugs of th<
Seven Thousand (search for this): chapter 100
25. a Recruiting rally. Men of Maine! men of Maine! Now again, now again, Our country calls her sons to the field: Leave your work, leave your plough, Rally prompt, rally now, For Dirigo's emblazed on Maine's shield. Hold not back, hold not back, Glory's track, glory's track Opes to us, as it did to our sires; What they built we renew, Let their sons light anew Freedom's pure flame, of liberty's fires. As our pine, as our pine, Always shine, always shine, Ever verdant, amid winter's blast; Let our faith in the right Make us stand to the fight, Not relax while the battle doth last. Sons of Maine! Sons of Maine! Not in vain, not in vain, Let our brothers encamped call for aid; Let the Seven Thousand Maine's quota of 300,000. charge! With the one-armed, at their targe, And rebellion at our feet will be laid. Portland.
Maine (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 100
25. a Recruiting rally. Men of Maine! men of Maine! Now again, now again, Our country calls her sons to the field: Leave your work, leave your plough, Rally prMaine! Now again, now again, Our country calls her sons to the field: Leave your work, leave your plough, Rally prompt, rally now, For Dirigo's emblazed on Maine's shield. Hold not back, hold not back, Glory's track, glory's track Opes to us, as it did to our sires; What they Maine's shield. Hold not back, hold not back, Glory's track, glory's track Opes to us, as it did to our sires; What they built we renew, Let their sons light anew Freedom's pure flame, of liberty's fires. As our pine, as our pine, Always shine, always shine, Ever verdant, amid winter'ight Make us stand to the fight, Not relax while the battle doth last. Sons of Maine! Sons of Maine! Not in vain, not in vain, Let our brothers encamped call for aMaine! Not in vain, not in vain, Let our brothers encamped call for aid; Let the Seven Thousand Maine's quota of 300,000. charge! With the one-armed, at their targe, And rebellion at our feet will be laid. Portland. mped call for aid; Let the Seven Thousand Maine's quota of 300,000. charge! With the one-armed, at their targe, And rebellion at our feet will be laid. Portland.
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