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New Jersey (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 218
o corses, Ere a man of them will fly.” Then the glittering rifles shower Leaden hail on rebel hordes; ‘Fore those sacks of blue they cower-- “Rebel, fear'st thou mud-sill lords?” Four long hours we fought; the flying Rebels then gave o'er the strife; Each poor fellow inly sighing: “Jersey bullet, spare my life!” Blood and corpses tell the story Of the Ninth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a soldier of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L
Bethlehem (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 218
corses, Ere a man of them will fly.” Then the glittering rifles shower Leaden hail on rebel hordes; ‘Fore those sacks of blue they cower-- “Rebel, fear'st thou mud-sill lords?” Four long hours we fought; the flying Rebels then gave o'er the strife; Each poor fellow inly sighing: “Jersey bullet, spare my life!” Blood and corpses tell the story Of the Ninth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a soldier of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L
Roanoke (United States) (search for this): chapter 218
1. on the victories Gained by the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey Volunteers, at Roanoke and Newbern, N. C. Composed in German by A. Loewe. Translated by L. F. Kampmame the foe. In the west the sun sinks glorious, And our work is fully wrought; Roanoke sees us victorious, Quicker than we erst had thought. Bolder grew the fearlessfate. “Jersey men have come to fight you: Know ye the Ninth regiment, That at Roanoke did fright you? That is now upon your scent.” “Never quailing at your forcesd glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: Thehe Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hn lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L. P. Hamp
Hudson (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 218
es, Nor thy blazing batt'ries fear. Each his polished weapon aiming, Toward the battery we drew, Jersey rifles fast proclaiming That they carry far and true. This th' affrighted rebels seeing, Leave their ground with panic dread; ‘Fore the men of Jersey fleeing, Who those deadly bullets sped. Driving them from each position, Like the wild hunt, on we go, Till they yield without condition: Thus we orward now, to win or die!” Hark! loud roars the cannon's thunder; On we go with hearts elate: Jersey rifles never blunder; Jersey men can meet their fate. “Jersey men have come to fight you: Know Jersey men can meet their fate. “Jersey men have come to fight you: Know ye the Ninth regiment, That at Roanoke did fright you? That is now upon your scent.” “Never quailing at your forces, Onward! is their battle-cry; They shall all be turned to corses, Ere a man of thinth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice vi
New Bern (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 218
61. on the victories Gained by the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey Volunteers, at Roanoke and Newbern, N. C. Composed in German by A. Loewe. Translated by L. F. Kampmann. As the angry storm-clouds cra“ye men of daring! Up! once more unto the fray!” Passed our three weeks resting-season, We to Newbern turn our prow; Once again to conquer treason: Fortune fair, attend us now! Eighteen miles from at and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a so of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L. P. Hampma
Burnside (search for this): chapter 218
drew, Jersey rifles fast proclaiming That they carry far and true. This th' affrighted rebels seeing, Leave their ground with panic dread; ‘Fore the men of Jersey fleeing, Who those deadly bullets sped. Driving them from each position, Like the wild hunt, on we go, Till they yield without condition: Thus we overcame the foe. In the west the sun sinks glorious, And our work is fully wrought; Roanoke sees us victorious, Quicker than we erst had thought. Bolder grew the fearless bearing Of our Burnside from that day; “Up!” he cries, “ye men of daring! Up! once more unto the fray!” Passed our three weeks resting-season, We to Newbern turn our prow; Once again to conquer treason: Fortune fair, attend us now! Eighteen miles from Newbern City We step bravely on the land; Well supplied with balls (oh! pity!)-- And the rifle in our hand. Dark, umbrageous forests greet us, Like the doors of gloomy night; There they stand, as 'twere to meet us, Ready for the coming fight. Though the subtle
L. P. Hampmann (search for this): chapter 218
corses, Ere a man of them will fly.” Then the glittering rifles shower Leaden hail on rebel hordes; ‘Fore those sacks of blue they cower-- “Rebel, fear'st thou mud-sill lords?” Four long hours we fought; the flying Rebels then gave o'er the strife; Each poor fellow inly sighing: “Jersey bullet, spare my life!” Blood and corpses tell the story Of the Ninth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a soldier of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L. P. H
A. Loewe (search for this): chapter 218
61. on the victories Gained by the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey Volunteers, at Roanoke and Newbern, N. C. Composed in German by A. Loewe. Translated by L. F. Kampmann. As the angry storm-clouds crashing O'er the dark horizon go, Pealing thunder, lightning flashing, So we marched against the foe. We behold the grave-like passes, Isle of Roanoke, so drear! But we heed not thy morasses, Nor thy blazing batt'ries fear. Each his polished weapon aiming, Toward the battery we drew, Jersey rifles fast proclaiming That they carry far and true. This th' affrighted rebels seeing, Leave their ground with panic dread; ‘Fore the men of Jersey fleeing, Who those deadly bullets sped. Driving them from each position, Like the wild hunt, on we go, Till they yield without condition: Thus we overcame the foe. In the west the sun sinks glorious, And our work is fully wrought; Roanoke sees us victorious, Quicker than we erst had thought. Bolder grew the fearless bearing Of our Burnside from that day; “
L. F. Kampmann (search for this): chapter 218
61. on the victories Gained by the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey Volunteers, at Roanoke and Newbern, N. C. Composed in German by A. Loewe. Translated by L. F. Kampmann. As the angry storm-clouds crashing O'er the dark horizon go, Pealing thunder, lightning flashing, So we marched against the foe. We behold the grave-like passes, Isle of Roanoke, so drear! But we heed not thy morasses, Nor thy blazing batt'ries fear. Each his polished weapon aiming, Toward the battery we drew, Jersey rifles fast proclaiming That they carry far and true. This th' affrighted rebels seeing, Leave their ground with panic dread; ‘Fore the men of Jersey fleeing, Who those deadly bullets sped. Driving them from each position, Like the wild hunt, on we go, Till they yield without condition: Thus we overcame the foe. In the west the sun sinks glorious, And our work is fully wrought; Roanoke sees us victorious, Quicker than we erst had thought. Bolder grew the fearless bearing Of our Burnside from that day; “
Frank Moore (search for this): chapter 218
corses, Ere a man of them will fly.” Then the glittering rifles shower Leaden hail on rebel hordes; ‘Fore those sacks of blue they cower-- “Rebel, fear'st thou mud-sill lords?” Four long hours we fought; the flying Rebels then gave o'er the strife; Each poor fellow inly sighing: “Jersey bullet, spare my life!” Blood and corpses tell the story Of the Ninth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a soldier of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L
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