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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 327
Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) Awoke one night with ague in his knees; Seeing within the moonlight of his room A female form, resplendent as the moon; Columbia, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding brass had made the Davis bold, And to the presence in the room he said: “What writest thou?” The vision raised its head, And with a look all dignity and calm, Answered: “The names of those who love our Uncle Sam.” “And is mine one?” said Davis. “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She“Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She came again, with her new list all right, And showed the names humanity detest, And lo! Jeff Da
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 327
97. a Parody — after Leigh Hunt. by Upson Downs. Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) Awoke one night with ague in his knees; Seeing within the moonlight of his room A female form, resplendent as the moon; Columbia, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding brass had made the Davis bold, And to the presence in the room he said:at writest thou?” The vision raised its head, And with a look all dignity and calm, Answered: “The names of those who love our Uncle Sam.” “And is mine one?” said Davis. “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Co “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She came again, with her new list all right, And showed the names humanity detest, And lo! Jeff Da
Leigh Hunt (search for this): chapter 327
97. a Parody — after Leigh Hunt. by Upson Downs. Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) Awoke one night with ague in his knees; Seeing within the moonlight of his room A female form, resplendent as the moon; Columbia, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding brass had made the Davis bold, And to the presence in the room he said: “What writest thou?” The vision raised its head, And with a look all dignity and calm, Answered: “The names of those who love our Uncle Sam.” “And is mine one?” said Davis. “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She came again, with her new list all right, And showed the names humanity detest, And lo! Jeff Davis' n
Upson Downs (search for this): chapter 327
97. a Parody — after Leigh Hunt. by Upson Downs. Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) Awoke one night with ague in his knees; Seeing within the moonlight of his room A female form, resplendent as the moon; Columbia, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding brass had made the Davis bold, And to the presence in the room he said: “What writest thou?” The vision raised its head, And with a look all dignity and calm, Answered: “The names of those who love our Uncle Sam.” “And is mine one?” said Davis. “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She came again, with her new list all right, And showed the names humanity detest, And lo! Jeff Davis' n