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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore). Search the whole document.
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United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 14
Fort Moultrie (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 14
Charleston Harbor (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 14
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Robert Anderson (search for this): chapter 14
14. December 26th, 1910.
a ballad Op Major Anderson. by Mrs. J. C. R. Dorr. Come, children, leave your playing this dark and stormy night n old man's story, while loud the fierce winds blow, Of gallant Major Anderson and fifty years ago. I was a young man then, boys, but twenty- d day and night we waited for the coming of the foe, With noble Major Anderson, just fifty years ago. Were they French or English, ask you?
r the best position, as he could not help but know, Our gallant Major Anderson, just fifty years ago. Yes, 'twas just after Christmas, fifty we sailed away for Sumter as fast as we could go With our good Major Anderson, just fifty years ago. I never can forget, my boys, how the ne For ever pointing upward to God's temple in the sky. Our noble Major Anderson was good as he was brave, And he knew without His blessing no b I'll tell you more to-morrow night, when loud the fierce winds blow, Of gallant Major Anderson and fifty years ago. --Evening Post, April 18.
J. C. R. Dorr (search for this): chapter 14
14. December 26th, 1910.
a ballad Op Major Anderson. by Mrs. J. C. R. Dorr. Come, children, leave your playing this dark and stormy night; Shut fast the rattling window blinds, and make the fire burn bright; And hear an old man's story, while loud the fierce winds blow, Of gallant Major Anderson and fifty years ago. I was a young man then, boys, but twenty-eight years old, And all my comrades knew me for a soldier brave and bold; My eye was bright, my step was firm, I measured six feet two, And I knew not what it was to shirk when there was work to do. We were stationed at Fort Moultrie, in Charleston harbor, then, A brave band, though a small one, of scarcely sixty men; And day and night we waited for the coming of the foe, With noble Major Anderson, just fifty years ago. Were they French or English, ask you?
Oh, neither, neither, child! We were at peace with other lands, and all the nation smiled On the stars and stripes, wherever they floated, far and free, And all the foes
April 18th (search for this): chapter 14
December 26th, 1910 AD (search for this): chapter 14
14. December 26th, 1910.
a ballad Op Major Anderson. by Mrs. J. C. R. Dorr. Come, children, leave your playing this dark and stormy night; Shut fast the rattling window blinds, and make the fire burn bright; And hear an old man's story, while loud the fierce winds blow, Of gallant Major Anderson and fifty years ago. I was a young man then, boys, but twenty-eight years old, And all my comrades knew me for a soldier brave and bold; My eye was bright, my step was firm, I measured six feet two, And I knew not what it was to shirk when there was work to do. We were stationed at Fort Moultrie, in Charleston harbor, then, A brave band, though a small one, of scarcely sixty men; And day and night we waited for the coming of the foe, With noble Major Anderson, just fifty years ago. Were they French or English, ask you?
Oh, neither, neither, child! We were at peace with other lands, and all the nation smiled On the stars and stripes, wherever they floated, far and free, And all the foe
December 25th (search for this): chapter 14