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Gulf of Mexico (search for this): chapter 4
ship, the Brooklyn is her name, Which name deserves to be engraved upon the list of fame. 'Twas in December, sixty-one, as you shall understand, Secession's gloom had overcast Columbia's happy land; The Brooklyn left the Delaware, her mettle for to try, With Louisiana's rebel fleet, whose boast was very high. Tom Craven was our captain's name, as you shall understand, As brave a naval officer as any in the land; With Lowry for our first luff, the Brooklyn she did steer Down through the Gulf of Mexico for every privateer. It was in the month of April, the fleet being all complete That was to capture New-Orleans, the rebels to defeat; From Pilotstown the fleet steamed up, resolved not to return Until the Louisiana fleet we'd sink, destroy, and burn. The rebels they were well prepared their city to defend; From bank to bank, between two forts, a chain they did extend; Fort Philip with its eighty guns, well counterscarped all round, While Jackson with one hundred more upon the left-han
Fort Jackson (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
the Louisiana fleet we'd sink, destroy, and burn. The rebels they were well prepared their city to defend; From bank to bank, between two forts, a chain they did extend; Fort Philip with its eighty guns, well counterscarped all round, While Jackson with one hundred more upon the left-hand frowned. With battering-rams, and fire-rafts, and all the gunboat fleet, The rebels they were well prepared the Union tars to meet; With sand and floating batteries, upon the river-side, Bold Duncan in Fort Jackson brave Farragut defied. On the twenty-fourth of April, before the break of day, The Hartford, being flag-ship, then a red light did display; The light was seen throughout the fleet, then up went cheer on cheer, The Union fleet got under weigh, and for the Forts did steer. As we went round the point of land that brought the Forts in sight, From rifled guns, with shot and shell, they soon commenced the fight; The Hartford she stood boldly up — the Brooklyn, where was she? But look right un
Black Jack, Kansas (Kansas, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
On the twenty-fourth of April, before the break of day, The Hartford, being flag-ship, then a red light did display; The light was seen throughout the fleet, then up went cheer on cheer, The Union fleet got under weigh, and for the Forts did steer. As we went round the point of land that brought the Forts in sight, From rifled guns, with shot and shell, they soon commenced the fight; The Hartford she stood boldly up — the Brooklyn, where was she? But look right under Jackson's guns, its Black Jack there you'll see! The rebel shot flew thick and hot, the Brooklyn she was there; Tom Craven, he is on the poop — she's in his special care; Bold Lowry says, “We'll beat our foes and then we'll give three cheers;” Our first broadside like thunder roared, which banished all our fears. Courage! undaunted Brooklyn's crew, your hour is nigh at hand, Brave Lowry on the quarter-deck says by you he will stand, And if by chance the Brooklyn sinks between those Forts to-night, Our Flag shall be
Darby (search for this): chapter 6
!--and the storm Of serried bayonets sweeping by, Shall swell to a hurricane! O blind and bitter! that could not know, Even in fight, a caitiff-blow, (Foully dealt on a hard-set foe,) Ever is underwise-- Ever is ghosted with after fear-- Ye might lessen it-year by year, Looking, with fevered eyes, For sail or smoke from the Breton shore, Lest a land, so rudely wronged of yore, In flamy revenge should rise! Office at outcry!--ah! wretched Flam! Vile Farce of hammer and prate! Trade! bids Darby — and blood! smirks Pam-- Little ween they, each courtly Sham, Of the Terror lying in wait! Little wot of the web he spins, Their Tempter in purple, that darkly grins 'Neath his stony visor of state, O'er Seas, how narrow!--for, whoso wins, At yon base Auction of Outs and Ins, The rule of his Dearest Hate-- Her point once flashing athwart her Kin's, And the reckoning, ledgered for long, begins-- The galling Glories and envied Sins Shall buzz in a mesh-like fate! Ay, mate your meanest!--ye
Kitty Gray (search for this): chapter 6
ar-- Blindfold and brazen, on God doth call-- Then grasps, in horror, the glaring ball, Or treads on the candent bar! Yet a little!--and men shall mark This our Moloch, who sate so stark, (These hundred winters through godless dark Grinning o'er death and shame)-- Marking for murder each unbowed head, Throned on his Ghizeh of bones, and fed Still with hearts of the holy dead-- Naught but a Spectre foul and dread, Naught but a hideous Name! At last!--(ungloom, stern coffined frown! Rest thee, Gray-Steel!--aye, dead Renown! In flame and thunder by field and town The Giant-Horror is going down, Down to the Home whence it came!) Deaf to the Doom that waits the Beast, Still would ye share the Harlot's Feast, And drink of her blood-grimed Cup! Pause!--the Accursed, on yon frenzied shore, Buyeth your merchandise never more! Mark, 'mid the Fiery Dew that drips, Redder, faster, through black Eclipse, How Sodom, to-night, shall sup! (Thus the Kings, in Apocalypse, The traders of souls, and cre
John Paul (search for this): chapter 6
rk, 'mid the Fiery Dew that drips, Redder, faster, through black Eclipse, How Sodom, to-night, shall sup! (Thus the Kings, in Apocalypse, The traders of souls, and crews of ships, Standing afar, with pallid lips-- While Babylon's Smoke goes up!) Yet, dree your weird!--though an hour may blight, In treason, a century's fame-- Trust Greed and Spite!--sith Reason and Right Lie cold, with Honor and Shame-- And learn anon — as on that dread night When, the dead around and the deck aflame, From John Paul's lip the fierce word came-- “We have only begun to fight!” Ay, 'tis at hand!--foul lips, be dumb! Our Armageddon is yet to come! But cheery bugle and angry drum, With volleyed rattle and roar, And cannon thunder-throb, shall be drowned, That day, in a grander, stormier sound- The Land, from mountain to shore, Hurling shackle and scourge and stake Back to their Lender of pit and lake-- ('Twas Tophet leased them of yore)-- Hell, in her murkiest hold, shall quake, As they ring on the damn<
Ins (Switzerland) (search for this): chapter 6
g, with fevered eyes, For sail or smoke from the Breton shore, Lest a land, so rudely wronged of yore, In flamy revenge should rise! Office at outcry!--ah! wretched Flam! Vile Farce of hammer and prate! Trade! bids Darby — and blood! smirks Pam-- Little ween they, each courtly Sham, Of the Terror lying in wait! Little wot of the web he spins, Their Tempter in purple, that darkly grins 'Neath his stony visor of state, O'er Seas, how narrow!--for, whoso wins, At yon base Auction of Outs and Ins, The rule of his Dearest Hate-- Her point once flashing athwart her Kin's, And the reckoning, ledgered for long, begins-- The galling Glories and envied Sins Shall buzz in a mesh-like fate! Ay, mate your meanest!--ye can but do That permitted — when Heaven would view How Wrong, self-branded, her rage must rue In wreck and ashes!--(such scene as you, If wise, shall witness afar)-- How Guilt, o'erblown, her crest heaves high, And dares the injured, with taunt, to try Ordeal of Fire in war-- Bl
Hartford (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
nd roar, And cannon thunder-throb, shall be drowned, That day, in a grander, stormier sound- The Land, from mountain to shore, Hurling shackle and scourge and stake Back to their Lender of pit and lake-- ('Twas Tophet leased them of yore)-- Hell, in her murkiest hold, shall quake, As they ring on the damned floor! O mighty Heart! thou wast long to wake-- 'Tis thine, to-morrow, to win or break In a deadlier close once more-- If but for the dear and glorious sake Of those who have gone before. O Fair and Faithful! that, sun by sun, Slept on the field, or lost or won-- Children dear of the Holy One! Rest in your wintry sod. Rest, your noble Devoir is done-- Done — and forever!--ours, to-day, The dreary drift and the frozen clay By trampling armies trod-- The smoky shroud of the War-Simoon, The maddened Crime at bay with her Doom, And fighting it, clod by clod. O Calm and Glory!--beyond the gloom, Above the bayonets bend and bloom The lilies and palms of God. --Hartford Evening Press
Sodom (Israel) (search for this): chapter 6
ad, Naught but a hideous Name! At last!--(ungloom, stern coffined frown! Rest thee, Gray-Steel!--aye, dead Renown! In flame and thunder by field and town The Giant-Horror is going down, Down to the Home whence it came!) Deaf to the Doom that waits the Beast, Still would ye share the Harlot's Feast, And drink of her blood-grimed Cup! Pause!--the Accursed, on yon frenzied shore, Buyeth your merchandise never more! Mark, 'mid the Fiery Dew that drips, Redder, faster, through black Eclipse, How Sodom, to-night, shall sup! (Thus the Kings, in Apocalypse, The traders of souls, and crews of ships, Standing afar, with pallid lips-- While Babylon's Smoke goes up!) Yet, dree your weird!--though an hour may blight, In treason, a century's fame-- Trust Greed and Spite!--sith Reason and Right Lie cold, with Honor and Shame-- And learn anon — as on that dread night When, the dead around and the deck aflame, From John Paul's lip the fierce word came-- “We have only begun to fight!” Ay, 'tis at <
Hall (search for this): chapter 7
began now to see the error of their ways. Visions of Fortress Monroe dungeons in the foreground, and handsomely constructed gallows, with patent drops, in the background, worked upon their imaginations, so that, one by one, and stoutly contesting point after point, they came down at last to Captain De Kay's simple propositions, which were: 1. To surrender the town and all public property to the United States forces unconditionally. 2. To hoist the American flag officially over the Town Hall, and protect it there. 3. To each and all take the oath of allegiance to the United States of America. To this they came at last, and after the oath the Mayor (a bitter secesh) nailed up with his own hand the glorious Stars and Stripes. Lying opposite the town was a fine schooner, the Beauregard, with a full cargo of soft coal for the Merrimac. A prize crew (one man) was put on board, and some contrabands to work her, and she was sent to Fortress Monroe--the first prize vessel taken
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