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Emilio, Luis F., History of the Fifty-Fourth Regiment of Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry , 1863-1865 45 5 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies 18 4 Browse Search
Colonel Theodore Lyman, With Grant and Meade from the Wilderness to Appomattox (ed. George R. Agassiz) 15 1 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Massachusetts in the Army and Navy during the war of 1861-1865, vol. 2 14 2 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 8 2 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 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.) 6 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 4 0 Browse Search
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 2 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), New-England's dead. (search)
ead. Oh! chant a requiem for the brave, the brave who are no more, New-England's dead! in honored rest they sleep on hill and shore, From where the Mississippi now in freedom proudly rolls To waves that sigh on Georgia's isles a death-hymn for their souls. Oh! first of all, the noble blood by traitorous hand was shed; It dyed the streets of Baltimore, New-England's heroes bled: And still the mystic number “three” will live for aye in song While history tells, with glowing pen, of Putnam, Shaw, and Strong. Immortal names. O noble “three!” a nation's heart will throb For ye who fell, in manly prime, for Freedom and for God! And women's eyes grow dim with tears, and manhood bows its head Before thy deeds of valor done, New-England's honored dead. But not alone for those who die a soldier's death of glory: Full many a brave, heroic soul has sighed its mournful story Down in the sultry swamps and plains, where fever's subtle breath Has drained the life-blood from their hearts, and la
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), New-Orleans, April 18. (search)
ed entirely successful. On the morning of the fifteenth, Lieutenants Skinner, Dean, Tenney, and Herbert went up the levee a couple of miles to reconnoitre. They found that the enemy were crossing cavalry over from Port Hudson, Returning to the Richmond, the welcome signal-guns were heard from the Hartford, whose masts were plainly visible from the crow's nest. They were quickly answered by Captain Alden, and in a few minutes the expedition started. Beside the above-mentioned officers, Mr. Shaw, Acting Master of the Richmond, and Mr. Gabandau, Private Secretary to Admiral Farragut, who came down a week ago, and returned to the Richmond from New-Orleans, put in here to accompany us over. Also Mr. Graves, Purser's Clerk of the Albatross, accompanied the expedition. A negro was taken along as a guide. The party was well armed, and started about noon. They struck the woods some two miles below the river, embarked in two skiffs, and for five miles proceeded through the woods, ove
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), To Robert Gould Shaw. (search)
To Robert Gould Shaw. Buried by South-Carolinians under a pile of twenty-four negroes. on Alaric, buried in Busento's bed, The slaves, the stream who turned, were butchered thrown, That, so his grave eternally unknown, No mortal on the Scourge of God might tread. Thou, nobler hero, nobler grave hast won, In Wagner's trench, beneath brave freemen hid, By Vandals on thee piled — a pyramid, That to all coming time shall make thee known. In death, as life, round thee their guard they keep, And, when next time they hear the trumpet's sound, Will they, with thee, on heaven's parapet leap;-- The four-and-twenty elders on the ground Their crowns before thy lowly comrades lay, While “Come up higher, Friend I” thou hear'st God say. L. Holb