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Geary (search for this): chapter 1
ess ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward! Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted The chilly breeze that 'monant who Death cheated-- Our victors sent up loud cheers for Union, Geary, “Uncle Joe.” Glorious paeans, cheers of conquest, among crags, above the contest, Greeted Hooker, greeted Geary, with the first flush of the sun. Then our bay'nets madly plying, the enemy ever flying each fheir flanks, hand to hand amidst their ranks, The pressing force of Geary forth the foemen drove; Over bastions, breastworks, fled they — fro with the sweeping whirlwind's might, Toward the Star of Bethlehem, Geary turned the mountain curve; O'er the crimson paths before them, on t To the ambitious eagle's eyrie, were borne the strifetorn flags of Geary, As like angry storm-spirits, his boys fought far above the clou
Ajax (search for this): chapter 1
lorious paeans, cheers of conquest, among crags, above the contest, Greeted Hooker, greeted Geary, with the first flush of the sun. Then our bay'nets madly plying, the enemy ever flying each for bravest deeds vying, On battlements; in deep ravines — our work in earnest had begun. Behind works of art and strongest Nature — a wall of flame at each embrasure-- Under the weird finger of the mountain, which reached into the skies, Where the grizzly warrior “graybacks” of the rebel Manny, who, like Ajax, Defied a power above him, and to oppose it hard he tries. Over works, upon their flanks, hand to hand amidst their ranks, The pressing force of Geary forth the foemen drove; Over bastions, breastworks, fled they — from the carnival of death sped they-- But deadly volleys and “White Stars” a cordon round them wove. Deadly trial of the dastard's flight, with the sweeping whirlwind's might, Toward the Star of Bethlehem, Geary turned the mountain curve; O'er the crimson paths before them,
Joe Hooker (search for this): chapter 1
g the mountain shadows played; Borne upon the wings of glory, like gnomes of ghostly story, They sped onward, and with wild charge the Miss'ippians dismayed. Then came a scene of wildest battle — the dread musketry's rattle-- And the bayonet found its sheath in the carcass of the foe. The “Rebs” retreated quite defeated — the remnant who Death cheated-- Our victors sent up loud cheers for Union, Geary, “Uncle Joe.” Glorious paeans, cheers of conquest, among crags, above the contest, Greeted Hooker, greeted Geary, with the first flush of the sun. Then our bay'nets madly plying, the enemy ever flying each for bravest deeds vying, On battlements; in deep ravines — our work in earnest had begun. Behind works of art and strongest Nature — a wall of flame at each embrasure-- Under the weird finger of the mountain, which reached into the skies, Where the grizzly warrior “graybacks” of the rebel Manny, who, like Ajax, Defied a power above him, and to oppose it hard he tries. Over
Thomas H. Elliott (search for this): chapter 1
1. the Storming of Lookout mountain. by Capt. Thos. H. Elliott. The uncertain mists were thickening as the ‘proach of day was quickening; The angel of the dawn had put out the stars of night; A sombre mantle wrapped about the beetling cliffs of Lookout, Which frowned in threat'ning majesty from its heaven-soaring height. Awakened a day of great portending — soldiers praying a victorious ending Should show the world the prowess and the force in Federal might. Many a suppliant, prayerful bending, to Him patriot hopes was sending, That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night. Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain-- Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward! Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted The chilly breeze that 'mong th
White Star (Washington, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
glorious day; The myriad fires beaming, 'mid planet torches gleaming With fitful glare, revealed the battle horrors in ghastly array. From the blasted souls there moaning comes a wail and sufferers' groaning, And Death in hideous forms dead hopes grim revealed. 'Twas a night of watch and waiting, with no vigilance abating, While the chill wind sang hosannas and a requiem o'er the bloody field. At early dawn the mount was ours, one of heaven's choicest dowers, As the Stars and Stripes and “White Star” were planted on the crest. Two thousand foes were taken from the ranks we had so shaken; Seven colors, and their cannon, and many spoils given to our behest. Lay the laurel on their cold brows, honored martyrs to their Union vows, The brave soldiers whose lives on their country's shrine were given; Bow the head and drop the tear, as you plant banners o'er the bier Of the patriot whose spirit soars with angel wings to heaven. With life-regardless decision — the old “White Star Division,
Bethlehem (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
the skies, Where the grizzly warrior “graybacks” of the rebel Manny, who, like Ajax, Defied a power above him, and to oppose it hard he tries. Over works, upon their flanks, hand to hand amidst their ranks, The pressing force of Geary forth the foemen drove; Over bastions, breastworks, fled they — from the carnival of death sped they-- But deadly volleys and “White Stars” a cordon round them wove. Deadly trial of the dastard's flight, with the sweeping whirlwind's might, Toward the Star of Bethlehem, Geary turned the mountain curve; O'er the crimson paths before them, on the vanquished host they bore them, The daring Second and Third brigades, and the gallant First in reserve. To the ambitious eagle's eyrie, were borne the strifetorn flags of Geary, As like angry storm-spirits, his boys fought far above the clouds; Their courage was their aegis as they carved for hist'ry brightest pages; In their path of glory many “blue-coats,” more of “gray-coats” --martial shrouds. Grena
Lookout Mountain, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
1. the Storming of Lookout mountain. by Capt. Thos. H. Elliott. The uncertain mists were thickening as the ‘proach of day was quickening; The angel of the dawn had put out the stars of night; A sombre mantle wrapped about the beetling cliffs of Lookout, Which frowned in threat'ning majesty from its heaven-soaring height. Awakened a day of great portending — soldiers praying a victorious ending Should show the world the prowess and the force in Federal might. Many a suppliant, prayerful bending, to Him patriot hopes was sending, That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night. Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain-- Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward! Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted The chilly breeze that 'mong th
Edna Dean Proctor (search for this): chapter 2
2. response of the colored soldiers. by Edna Dean Proctor. To God be the glory! They call us! we come! How clear rings the bugle, how bold beats the drum! Our “Ready!” rings clear; our hearts bolder beat; The strongest our right arms, the swiftest our feet; No danger can daunt us; no malice o'erthrow; For country, for honor, rejoicing we go. How watchful, how eager we waited for this, In terror lest all were betrayed with a kiss! Yet, weary in cabin or toiling in field, The sweet hope of Freedom we never would yield; But steadfast we trusted, through sorest delay, That the beam on our night was the dawning of day. 'Tis dawning! 'tis morning! the hills are aglow! God's angels roll backward the clouds of our woe!-- One grasp of the rifle, one glimpse of the fray, And chattel and bondman have vanished for aye! Stern men they will find us who venture to feel The shock of our cannon, the thrust of our steel. The bright Flag above us, exultant we hail; Beneath it what rapture the ram
Salamis (search for this): chapter 3
3. Rosecrans. 'Twas something to be a chieftain when The Chaldee hero fought, For 'twas the battle-step of progress then, When manhood's work was wrought. And at the Pass, and Salamis, still higher Waved the glorious crest, When hero-warriors burned with patriot fire, And won a country's rest. And something 'twas, when Hamilcar's great son Was hero under oath-- But in that contest 'twas not Rome that won, For manhood conquered both. And when across the Medial gulf we look For radiant fields of glory, The Cross and the imperial kingdoms took The honors of the story. But still the march of progress onward beat Toward the glorious goal, Where despot hosts and Freedom's legions meet To try the world's control. Then Liberty's flag was given to the strife, Where nature's self is grand, With rivers, lakes, with mountains and with life, And billions, too, of land. Triumphant, then, the banner of the free, Over that curse and blight-- As chieftain then, thrice glorious was he Who battled f
Hamilcar (search for this): chapter 3
3. Rosecrans. 'Twas something to be a chieftain when The Chaldee hero fought, For 'twas the battle-step of progress then, When manhood's work was wrought. And at the Pass, and Salamis, still higher Waved the glorious crest, When hero-warriors burned with patriot fire, And won a country's rest. And something 'twas, when Hamilcar's great son Was hero under oath-- But in that contest 'twas not Rome that won, For manhood conquered both. And when across the Medial gulf we look For radiant fields of glory, The Cross and the imperial kingdoms took The honors of the story. But still the march of progress onward beat Toward the glorious goal, Where despot hosts and Freedom's legions meet To try the world's control. Then Liberty's flag was given to the strife, Where nature's self is grand, With rivers, lakes, with mountains and with life, And billions, too, of land. Triumphant, then, the banner of the free, Over that curse and blight-- As chieftain then, thrice glorious was he Who battled fo
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