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Coosa River (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
The quick sound of the feet of youth! Lo! from the war-cloud, dull and dense, Loyal and chaste and brave and strong, Comes forth the South with frankincense, And vital freshness in her song. The weight is fallen from her wings; To find a purer air she springs Out of the Night into the Morn, Fair as cotton, sound as corn. Hold! Shall a Northman, fierce and grim, With hoary beard and boreal vim, Thus fling, from some bleak waste of ice, Frost-crystals of unsought advice To those who dwell by Coosa's stream, Or on dark hummocks plant the cane Beside the lovely Pontchartrain, Or in gay sail-boats drift and dream Where Caribbean breezes stray On Pensacola's drowsy bay? Not so! I am a Southerner; I love the South; I dared for her To fight from Lookout to the sea, With her proud banner over me: But from my lips thanksgiving broke, As God in battle thunder spoke, And that Black Idol, breeding drouth And dearth of human sympathy Throughout the sweet and sensuous South, Was, with its chains
Calpe (search for this): chapter 2
courts, for silks and spices came in with every cargo. Later on, the blockading fleet, though it did not succeed in reducing Charleston, made blockade-running so dangerous that a constantly decreasing number of laden vessels arrived at the piers. ‘The city bides the foe’ ‘Through streets still echoing with trade’: Charleston in war time As yet, behind their ramparts, stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep,— Dark Sumter, like a battlemented cloud, Looms o'er the solemn deep. No Calpe frowns from lofty cliff or scaur To guard the holy strand; But Moultrie holds in leash her dogs of war Above the level sand. And down the dunes a thousand guns lie couched, Unseen, beside the flood,— Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched, That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful men, Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade As lightly as the pen. And maidens, with such eyes as would grow dim Over a bleedi
Richmond (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
al! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, There are battles with Fate that can never be won! The star-flowering banner must never be furled, For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world! Go, then, our rash sister! afar and aloof,— Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof; But when your heart aches and your feet have grown sore, Remember the pathway that leads to our door! Oliver Wendell Holmes. Charleston used by permission of the B. F. Johnson publishing Company, Richmond, Virginia, publishers of the memorial edition of the Poems of Henry Timrod. Henry Timrod. Probably the most ardent of Southern poets, Henry Timrod, here writes in lofty calm of his native city awaiting the attack of Admiral Samuel F. Dupont on April 7, 1863. the poem forms an interesting contrast with the preceding, written two years previously. Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The city bides the foe. Char
Savannah (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
re yields; Out of free soil fresh spathes shall start; Now is the budding-time of Art! ‘O subtle, Musky, slumberous clime’ Down the lofty nave of this forest cathedral, gleams under the open sky the tomb of some long-honored forefather of Savannah. The gigantic live-oaks of the stately plantation, festooned with the long Spanish moss, shadow the fragrant shrubbery growing at their feet. The whole scene breathes the ‘subtle, musky, slumberous’ atmosphere sung by the poet Thompson. SavanSavannah, situated inland on the Savannah River, was through four years of the war unvisited by hostile armies. But in December, 1864, it fell into the hands of Sherman's troops. Many another lovely spot in the Southland passed through the conflict with its beauties undisturbed, as if to remind its brave people of the unbounded lavishness of nature amid the wreckage of war. Bravely have they answered the mute appeal of such surroundings. To-day the South can point, not only to the charms of its a
Morris Island (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
evacuate earlier. But sentiment is always powerful. Even Jefferson Davis said, ‘Such full preparation had been made that I had hoped for other and better results, and the disappointment to me is extremely bitter.’ When the Union troops from Morris Island arrived in Charleston the next morning, they found that the commissary depot had been blown up with the loss of two hundred lives, mostly of women and children. An officer reported ‘Public buildings, stores, warehouses, private dwellings, sh’ to enforce the evacuation of Fort Sumter. But Sumter, though reduced to a shapeless mass of ruins, did not surrender. On September 7, 1863, however, Gillmore succeeded in capturing Battery Wagner and Battery Gregg, on the northern part of Morris Island. One 30-pounder Parrott gun sent 4,523 shells toward the city, many of them landing within it destructively. Shall the spring dawn, and she, still clad in smiles, And with an unscathed brow, Rest in the strong arms of her palm-crowned isle
Charleston Harbor (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
re below, with the two following, were made on the 16th. As April wore on, North and South alike had been reluctant to strike first. When Major Robert Anderson, on December 26, 1860, removed to Fort Sumter, on an island at the entrance to Charleston Harbor, he placed himself in a position to withstand long attack. But he needed supplies. The Confederates would allow none to be landed. When at length rumors of a powerful naval force to relieve the fort reached Charleston, the Confederates dnment had been organized at Montgomery, Alabama, with Jefferson Davis as President. Holmes dated this poem March 25, 1861. four days later the New President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln, ordered relief to be sent to Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor. On April 12th the attack on Sumter was made, and the war begun. How fully the sentiment of brotherhood here expressed by Holmes has been realized among the American people it has been the purpose of the Introduction to this volume and of
Three Trees (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
an island at the entrance to Charleston Harbor, he placed himself in a position to withstand long attack. But he needed supplies. The Confederates would allow none to be landed. When at length rumors of a powerful naval force to relieve the fort reached Charleston, the Confederates demanded the surrender of the garrison. Anderson promised to evacuate by April 15th if he received no additional supplies. His terms were rejected. At half-past 4 on the morning of April 12th a shell from Fort Johnson rose high in air, and curving in its course, burst almost directly over the fort. The mighty war had begun. Confederates in Sumter the day after Anderson left A gun trained on Charleston by Anderson Two days after the bombardment of Sumter, April 16, 1861 Wade Hampton (the tallest figure) and other leading South Carolinians inspecting the effects of the cannonading that had forced Major Anderson to evacuate, and had precipitated the mightiest conflict of modern times—tw
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 2
bruary six other States had followed. Early in February the Confederate Government had been organized at Montgomery, Alabama, with Jefferson Davis as President. Holmes dated this poem March 25, 1861. four days later the New President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln, ordered relief to be sent to Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor. On April 12th the attack on Sumter was made, and the war begun. How fully the sentiment of brotherhood here expressed by Holmes has been realized among the Ameurch, across the narrow graveyard, its walls blasted by the fire of December, 1861. Here the vote was taken on December 20, 1860, declaring that ‘the union now subsisting between South Carolina and the other States under the name of the United States of America is hereby dissolved.’ The secession convention was composed of the most experienced men in the State—men who had represented it in the national Congress, judges in the highest courts, eminent divines, and wealthy planters. On the fourth<
Fort Moultrie (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
n times—two days before. Two days after the bombardment of Sumter, April 16, 1861 Two days after the bombardment of Sumter, April 16, 1861 Guns that fired on Sumter. Below are some of the Confederate guns in the battery near Fort Moultrie that bore upon the Fort pictured above. It was the hot shot from Fort Moultrie itself that set fire to the barracks in Fort Sumter about eight o'clock on the morning of April 13th. When the Confederate commanders saw the black smoke rise frFort Moultrie itself that set fire to the barracks in Fort Sumter about eight o'clock on the morning of April 13th. When the Confederate commanders saw the black smoke rise from the fort, they doubled the fire of the batteries to keep the flames from being extinguished. Sumter did not cease replying, although the intervals between shots became longer as the garrison dashed from spot to spot checking the flames. The South Carolinians showed their admiration for their dauntless antagonists by cheering at every shot that replied to them. About half-past 12 of that day the flagstaff on Sumter was shot away. General Beauregard, who was in charge of the operations o
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 2
within it destructively. Shall the spring dawn, and she, still clad in smiles, And with an unscathed brow, Rest in the strong arms of her palm-crowned isles, As fair and free as now? We know not; in the temple of the Fates God has inscribed her doom: And, all untroubled in her faith, she waits The triumph or the tomb. To the South O subtle, musky, slumbrous clime! O swart, hot land of pine and palm, Of fig, peach, guava, orange, lime, And terebinth and tropic balm! Land where our Washington was born, When truth in hearts of gold was worn; Mother of Marion, Moultrie, Lee, Widow of fallen chivalry! No longer sadly look behind, But turn and face the morning wind, And feel sweet comfort in the thought: “With each fierce battle's sacrifice I sold the wrong at awful price, And bought the good; but knew it not.” Cheer up! Reach out! Breathe in new life Brood not on unsuccessful strife Against the current of the age; The Highest is thy heritage! Leave off this death's-head scowl a
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