hide Matching Documents

The documents where this entity occurs most often are shown below. Click on a document to open it.

Document Max. Freq Min. Freq
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 17 1 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 12 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 12 0 Browse Search
Daniel Ammen, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 7.2, The Atlantic Coast (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 12 0 Browse Search
D. H. Hill, Jr., Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 4, North Carolina (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 11 1 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 11. (ed. Frank Moore) 8 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 7 1 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: August 1, 1864., [Electronic resource] 4 0 Browse Search
Caroline E. Whitcomb, History of the Second Massachusetts Battery of Light Artillery (Nims' Battery): 1861-1865, compiled from records of the Rebellion, official reports, diaries and rosters 4 0 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 4 0 Browse Search
View all matching documents...

Browsing named entities in Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore). You can also browse the collection for Putnam or search for Putnam in all documents.

Your search returned 6 results in 6 document sections:

band that fought so well, And not, till hope's last ray withdrew, Before the traitors' cannon fell! No, Anderson! with loud acclaim We hail thee hero of the hour When circling batteries poured their flame Against thy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where ye stand, In friendly converse have I stood, And clasped, perchance, full many a hand, Now armed to shed a brother's blood. O, God of Justic
deed! Thy records, Carolina, point where The first blood for Freedom fell; By the mother who thus bore you, Will you bid us all farewell? Wild and wilful, proud, impatient, Haughty sister, have you known Through your turbulent life we loved you For a beauty of your own,-- Loved you truly, Even unduly, And could never have you gone? By the memories of the Keystone,-- By the Jerseys' blood-stained snow,-- By old Empire's glorious battles,-- By the record of our foes,-- By Schuyler, Knox, old Putnam, Greene,-- By Marion's men, and Harry Lee, Let us forget all party strife, And only know that we are free. The world has seen What we have been. Oh! still preserve the Old Thirteen. With what blindness are we smitten, Brother thus opposing brother! In the nation's past 'tis written, Freedom is our glorious mother. You can count her pangs of travail In the banner waving o'er us; History tells the wreck and carnage That o'erspread her when she bore us. Shall love languish When her anguish, B
o be the great battle-ground between the contending sections, and the first collision of arms is likely to take place on the banks of the Potomac, we hope that both parties will consent to respect one spot as sacred and neutral ground. Let the grave of Washington be still venerated by his countrymen of both sides, and let his ashes not be disturbed by the clash of hostile steel or the roar of cannon. Let there be one spot where the descendants of the men who fought under Marion and Sumter, Putnam and Greene, can meet without shedding each other's blood; and if ever an amicable settlement of this unhappy civil war is to be attempted, let us keep the holy ground of Mount Vernon dedicated to the purposes of peace, and there let the arbitrating convention, which sooner or later must treat on some terms for an adjustment of hostilities, meet for the purpose. Let the press, the only organ which can now speak to the people, South and North, claim from the leaders on both sides, that no m
e; From where Ticonderoga Looks out on blue Champlain; From the green shores of Erie, The field of Lundy's Lane; From Bennington and Plattsburg, From Saratoga's plain, From every field of battle Where honored dead remain. Up, Massachusetts! seize the sword That won calm peace and free ; Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem. 'Tis thine, still thine, to lead the way Through blood to Liberty. On Narragansett's busy shores, Remember gallant Greene; And ye, whose fathers oft he led, Bold Putnam's courage keen. Through the broad Western prairies, The mighty river pours Its swollen floods resistless On subject Southern shores. So, freemen of the prairies, Pour your resistless flood; And, as the rushing river Whirls down the drifting wood, So, let your armies marching, O'erwhelm the traitorous band, That dared their country's flag to touch With sacrilegious hand. Kentucky! “Why in slumbers Lethagic dost thou lie” ? “Wake, join with” Massachusetts, Thy true and “old ally.” In E
hed through tears. And thus they sang--” 'Twas not by chance, Still less by fraud or fear, That Sumter's battle came and closed, Nor cost the world a tear. Twas not that Northern hearts were weak, Or Southern courage cold, That shell and shot fell harming not A man on shore or hold. ”It was that all their ghosts who lived To love the realm they made, Came fleeting so athwart the fire, That shot and shell were stayed. Washington with his sad still face, Franklin with silver hair, Lincoln and Putnam, Allen, Gates, And gallant Wayne were there. ”With those who rose at Boston, At Philadelphia met; Whose grave eyes saw the Union's seal To their first charter set. Adams, and Jay, and Henry, Rutledge and Randolph, too-- And many a name their country's fame Hath sealed brave, wise, and true. ”An awful host — above the coast, About the fort, they bung; Sad faces pale, too proud to wail, But with sore anguish wrung. And Faith and Truth, and Love and Ruth, Hovered the battle o'er, Hind'rin
al,” --still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, “I'm young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I; So, give the young ones place to fight, but me a place to die! VIII. ”If they should fire on Pickens, let the Colonel in command Put me upon the rampart, with the flag-staff in my hand; No odds how hot the cannon-smoke, or how the shells may fly; I'll hold the Stars and Stripes aloft, and hold them till I die! IX. ”I'm ready, General, so you let a post to me be given, Where Washington can see me, as he looks from highest heaven, And say to Putnam at his side, or, may-be, General Wayne, There stands old Billy Johnson, that fought at Lundy's Lane! X. ”And when the fight is hottest, before the traitors fly, When shell and ball are screeching, and bursting in the sky, If any shot should hit me, and lay me on my face, My soul would go to Washington, and not to Arnold's place! “ May 13, 1861. --The I