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Rebellion Record: Introduction., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Contents of Thie first volume. (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 9 (search)
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to the men of the North and West. Men of the North and West, Wake in your might, Prepare, as the Rebels have done, For the fight; You cannot shrink from the test, Rise!
Men of the North and West! They have torn down your banner of stars; They have trampled the laws; They have stifled the freedom they hate, For no cause! Do you love it, or slavery best? Speak!
Men of the North and West. They strike at the life of the State-- Shall the murder be done? They cry, “We are two!” And you? “We are one!” You must meet them, then, breast to breast, On!
Men of the North and West! Not with words; they laugh them to scorn, And tears they despise; But with swords in your hands, and death In your eyes! Strike home!
leave to God all the rest, Strike!
Men of the North and West! R. H. Stoddard. New York, April 17, 1861. --Evening Post, A
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 133 (search)
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work to do. by R. H. Stoddard. From the North and the West, That are joined, heart and hand, For the flag of their sires, And the laws of the land, Come forth, ye free men, That are loyal thereto, For Freedom has work For her children to do! Not the work that ye know, That is best for the free, Sowing towns in new lands, Ploughing ships through the sea; Ye are perfect in this-- It is old; but the new-- 'Tis a grim work your sires Left their children to do! Could they speak from their graves, They would shout to their sons: “Leave your ploughs, drop your tools, Run, and shoulder your guns! Ye must march to the South, Ye must cut your way through, Or-leave the stern work For your children to do!” We hear the alarm, Like the lightning it runs, And thousands of freemen Have shouldered their guns; They will fall on the South, They will crush and subdue, Nor leave the sad work For their children to do! For the North and the West, They have taken their stand For the flag that
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 291 (search)
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off!
hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off!
hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off!
hats off
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 514 (search)
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the Southern Malbrook a song of the Future. by R. H. Stoddard.
air--Malbrough s'en va-t-en guerre. Jeff. Davis has gone to battle, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Jeff. Davis has gone to battle, Nor knows when he'll return. He'll return on the first of April, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; He'll return on the first of April, Or on the Fourth of July. But the Fourth of July is over, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedldee; But the Fourth of July is over, And Davis does not return. Lady Davis calls her Congress, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Lady Davis calls her Congress, And mounts the speaker's chair. She there perceives her nigger, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; She there perceives her nigger, As black as the ace of spades. “Nigger, my high-priced nigger, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Nigger, my high-priced nigger, What tidings do you bring?” ”O Gorra, missus, de tidin's, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; O Gorra, missus, de tidin's, Dey'll make yer <
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 538 (search)
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the hempen cravat. by R. H. Stoddard. The Southern costume — have you heard of it, sirs?-- Is a single shirt-collar, and a big pair of spurs; 'Tis airy for summer, there's no doubt of that, But not half so neat as a hempen cravat. To begin with the collar: suppose a long march In the hot, broiling sun, what becomes of the starch? Why, it wilts down with sweat,--a nasty thing, that, Which is never the case with the hempen cravat! Their spurs may be good till a battle begins, But won't they be likely to scratch their own shins When they come to retreat?
for they may come to that, But they cannot retreat with the hempen cravat! Oh, the hempen cravat is an elegant thing! For, once on your neck, it gives you full swing; These hot Southern gentlemen ought to like that, For they all want to swing — in the hempen cravat! 'Tis as cheap as 'tis useful,--a blessing, to-day, When the South, owing millions, has nothing to pay; So, to show our good will, (they've but little of that,) We'll
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Index, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Index. (search)
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, John Greenleaf Whittier, Index. (search)
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Book III (continued) (search)