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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore). Search the whole document.
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Beauregard (search for this): chapter 154
Beauregard and Gillmore. At midnight, in his blackguard tent, “Old Beau” was dreaming of the hour When Gillmore, like a suppliant bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and street he bore The trophies of a conqueror. He sported Gillmore's gold-laced hat-- His red-topped boots, his gay cravat, As wild his fancy as a bat, Or “any other bird.” An hour passed on--“Old Beau” awoke, Half strangled by a villainous smoke, Enough the very devil to choke, While all around the “stink-pots” broke And blinded him with smoke. He cursed the villainous compound, While stunk the pole-cats far around; Then roared with wild, demoniac shriek: “Lord!
what a stink!
the Greek!
the Greek Put out this villainous Greek fire! Or in the last red ditch expire. 'Tis sweet to draw one's dying breath For one's dear land, as Horace saith, But dreadful to be stunk to death.”
Gillmore (search for this): chapter 154
Beauregard and Gillmore. At midnight, in his blackguard tent, “Old Beau” was dreaming of the hour When Gillmore, like a suppliant bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and street he bore The trophies of a conqueror. He sported Gillmore's gold-laced hat-- His red-topped boots, his gay cravat, As wild his faGillmore, like a suppliant bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and street he bore The trophies of a conqueror. He sported Gillmore's gold-laced hat-- His red-topped boots, his gay cravat, As wild his fancy as a bat, Or “any other bird.” An hour passed on--“Old Beau” awoke, Half strangled by a villainous smoke, Enough the very devil to choke, While all around the “stink-pots” broke And blinded him with smoke. He cursed the villainous compound, While stunk the pole-cats far around; Then roared with wild, demoniac shriek: “Lord!
Gillmore's gold-laced hat-- His red-topped boots, his gay cravat, As wild his fancy as a bat, Or “any other bird.” An hour passed on--“Old Beau” awoke, Half strangled by a villainous smoke, Enough the very devil to choke, While all around the “stink-pots” broke And blinded him with smoke. He cursed the villainous compound, While stunk the pole-cats far around; Then roared with wild, demoniac shriek: “Lord!
what a stink!
the Greek!
the Greek Put out this villainous Greek fire! Or in the last red ditch expire. 'Tis sweet to draw one's dying breath For one's dear land, as Horace saith, But dreadful to be stunk