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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3 2 0 Browse Search
John Dimitry , A. M., Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 10.1, Louisiana (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book 2 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 32. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 7. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 1 Browse Search
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d ne'er by trunnion stand! He had, perchance, but little grace Of learning, or of mien; His conscience and his gun, he thought His duty lay between. And with his utmost skill he strove Alike to keep them clean. He fought as fight Columbia's tars, Her ensign overhead; Her clear eye o'er his smoking gun A cheery radiance shed. A shell crashed through the port; oh God! His limb hung by a shred. I tell you, had the Jarls of old Beheld the hero then, Their beards had gleamed with tears of pride-- Those iron-hearted men! And all Valhalla's warrior halls Had rung with shouts again. He crawled the bulwark near; his eye With coming death was dim; He drew his clasp-knife forth, as death No terrors had for him, And strove, with firm, though feeble hand, To sever his torn limb! He strive in vain! They bore him thence Still yearning to abide The combat's issue, at his post. “Messmates,” he feebly cried, “We'll beat them! aye, we'll surely beat, I trust,” and so he died. --Phila. Press,