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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The rebel press on the Gettysburgh battle. (search)
hem but ill-affected; and they have within the city a deadjy enemy, as numerous as themselves, panting for revenge, and ready to rise on the first opportunity. In the panic which must follow such an astounding overthrow, nothing can be easier than to march in and take possession. epitaph for General Meade.-- The following epitaph, from the grave-stone of an infant, should be placed upon the monument of Meade: If so soon I'm done for, Wonder what I was begun for.--Richmond Enquirer. hem but ill-affected; and they have within the city a deadjy enemy, as numerous as themselves, panting for revenge, and ready to rise on the first opportunity. In the panic which must follow such an astounding overthrow, nothing can be easier than to march in and take possession. epitaph for General Meade.-- The following epitaph, from the grave-stone of an infant, should be placed upon the monument of Meade: If so soon I'm done for, Wonder what I was begun for.--Richmond Enquirer.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Hurrah! (search)
ierce field was won; And the foe, wild with fear, Plunged in his back career, Wild for the river near, Wild to hide there the drear Change from the onset, bright With his hope's fickle light; Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Victory ours, Hurrah! Proudly Meade towers, Hurrah! Banks, too, whose starry brain Shines over'war's domain Bright as in civic reign; Who, with unyielding strain, Rent the Port Hudson chain, Last of the bonds that vain Flung the mad foe across Mississippi's mighty path. Have ye seeclaim All his grand liberty. Fools, did ye deem to see Fettered the Conqueror? He whose majestic sweep Holds the world's climates! Soar, Eagle, in rapture! leap Echoes, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold, In the bell's music knolled, Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! The valley is ours, Hurrah! Grant, Banks, and Meade ours, Hurrah!
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), King Cotton. (search)
ln sits squat on; We try to dissuade those who want to enlist, But as to our fighting — we daren't resist.” “You cowardly scum!” says King Cotton, King Cotton, “You cowardly scum!” says King Cotton. King Cotton goes off with three fleas in his ear; He goes back to Jefferson Davis. Says Jeff, “How is this? What! are you again here? And could you do nothing to save us? Our great institutions are at their last kick, And all our confederacy rotten; Up in Pennsylvania I took my best trick, But Meade was at hand, and he trumped me too quick. ” We are up a tree, “says King Cotton, King Cotton, ” We are up a tree, “says King Cotton. King Cotton he took off his (sham) royal crown, He took off his robe that was gay; His palmetto sceptre he sadly laid down, And bade an adieu to his glory. “Since I must confess that my subjects are free. So well they without me have got on, I'll give up to Corn, for too plainly I see That he is the ruler they own and not me. I'll abdicate her