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Franklin Buchanan (search for this): chapter 282
hold you long. In Washington there was a man, This man is our dear old Uncle Sam, a good old fellow in the main. Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er he went to pay. Variation--“Would always work and pay.” A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad-- When he put on his clothes. Variation--“With cotton underclothes.” And in that town a dog It is not known what dog is meant here; many think that President Buchanan is without doubt alluded to, but they forget the claim of Floyd. The question at this late day will have to be left in doubt. Had the author said old hound, no doubt would exist--“curs of low degree,” however, would include all secession. was found-- As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends, But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. The dog crept up
London Timeses (search for this): chapter 282
aid old hound, no doubt would exist--“curs of low degree,” however, would include all secession. was found-- As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends, But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. The dog crept up and sneakingly bit Uncle Sam deep. Around, from all the neighboring streets, Evidently a misprint. It should be “states” ; but we do not like to take liberties with the writing of others, and leave the line without alteration. The wondering neighbors ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound, it seemed both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; Vide several different London Timeses, and other kind “friends in council.” And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That showed the rogues they lied-- The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 282
95. an Elegy on the death of a mad dog. Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Washington there was a man, This man is our dear old Uncle Sam, a good old fellow in the main. Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er he went to pay. Variation--“Would always work and pay.” A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad-- When he put on his clothes. Variation--“With cotton underclothes.” And in that town a dog It is not known what dog is meant here; many think that President Buchanan is without doubt alluded to, but they forget the claim of Floyd. The question at this late day will have to be left in doubt. Had the author said old hound, no doubt would exist--“curs of low degree,” however, would include all secession. was found-- As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. Th
Dupont (search for this): chapter 283
st; How might survive the crews, the spar, the mast, Before that fearful hail! XI. Yet all in vain! The star-flag still arose, Nailed to each mast, a target for its foes; The rough tars cheer, and on each frigate goes In undismay'd career; Stern Dupont leads his Wabash to the goal, And Pawnee, Susquehanna, Seminole, And stout Bienville their dread thunders roll, 'Mid shout and battle-cheer. XII. Stern Dupont, in that tempest's very midst, Through lurid flames, and the artillery's mist, Where cDupont, in that tempest's very midst, Through lurid flames, and the artillery's mist, Where crash'd the ball, and hurtling bullets hiss'd, The noble frigate led. For three long, bloody hours, he stubborn sto Environed by that fierce and fiery flood; While blush'd his decks with bubbling, loyal blood, With scuppers chok'd and red. XIII. Three times that triple dance he fearless led; Three times that circuit, that ellipse so dread; Three times, 'mid splintering spar and falling dead, He led the merciless path; Three times his frigates and his gunboats well Replied with hot-shot and with
November 28th (search for this): chapter 283
vain the rebel strife; No human courage might withstand, with life, That storm, when every moment was so rife With desolating scourge! They fled, they flew, their arms aside were thrown; No guns were spiked, no standards were pluck'd down, But, wild with terror, o'er the country strewn, Their frantic race they urge! XVI. So ends the strife. The victor's guns are mute; The shouting squadron their brave flag salute; The veteran sailor and the raw recruit Their deafening cheerings pour; Prone drops the flag from yonder rebel mast-- Soon to the breeze the Union Stars are cast; Avenged is Sumter's humbled flag at last, On Carolina's shore! XVII. Flag of our hearts, our symbol and our trust, Though treason trample thy bright folds in dust, Though dark rebellion, vile ambition's lust, Conspire to tear thee down; Millions of loyal lips will thee caress; Millions of loyal hearts thy stars will bless, Millions of loyal arms will round thee press, To guard thy old renown! New York, November 28.
Gay (search for this): chapter 283
of the shore! Like a flock of white-wing'd owl, see! they come; Like the sea-birds to their nests struggling home, When the tempests out at sea lash the foam, And the ruffian surges roar. IV. When they anchored by those shores so serene, What a bright — what a soft, delicious scene! With hues of rose, and hues of living green, Beamed upon the seamen's view! Not a ripple, not a dimple crisp'd the deep; So pellucid, that the coral groves that sleep Far below, were disclosed in all their sweep, Gay with every prismy hue! V. Far along the curving shores gleam'd the sand; High aloft the branching palms would expand, And the orange and the lime o'er the land Wav'd their globes of sparkling gold; Like emeralds shine the grasses and the leaves; The grape its fruit and foliage interweaves, And the ripened Indian corn, with its sheaves, Is in ruddy bloom unroll'd. VI. White as foam shone the cotton o'er the plain, As if snows, and the sleety, icy rain, Their flaky storm has showered forth amai
Bienville (search for this): chapter 283
hissing ball; Thick smokes, volcanic, hover'd like a pall, A dim, sulphurous vail; The Bay Point batteries, like a furnace, cast Their iron tempest in incessant blast; How might survive the crews, the spar, the mast, Before that fearful hail! XI. Yet all in vain! The star-flag still arose, Nailed to each mast, a target for its foes; The rough tars cheer, and on each frigate goes In undismay'd career; Stern Dupont leads his Wabash to the goal, And Pawnee, Susquehanna, Seminole, And stout Bienville their dread thunders roll, 'Mid shout and battle-cheer. XII. Stern Dupont, in that tempest's very midst, Through lurid flames, and the artillery's mist, Where crash'd the ball, and hurtling bullets hiss'd, The noble frigate led. For three long, bloody hours, he stubborn sto Environed by that fierce and fiery flood; While blush'd his decks with bubbling, loyal blood, With scuppers chok'd and red. XIII. Three times that triple dance he fearless led; Three times that circuit, that ellipse so
G. Willis White (search for this): chapter 283
not a dimple crisp'd the deep; So pellucid, that the coral groves that sleep Far below, were disclosed in all their sweep, Gay with every prismy hue! V. Far along the curving shores gleam'd the sand; High aloft the branching palms would expand, And the orange and the lime o'er the land Wav'd their globes of sparkling gold; Like emeralds shine the grasses and the leaves; The grape its fruit and foliage interweaves, And the ripened Indian corn, with its sheaves, Is in ruddy bloom unroll'd. VI. White as foam shone the cotton o'er the plain, As if snows, and the sleety, icy rain, Their flaky storm has showered forth amain From winter's frosty urn; Soft, soft the odorous land-breeze seaward blows, Delicious with magnolia and the rose, And the spicy air so sweet as it flows, When flowers their incense burn. Part II.--the battle. VII. 'Twas a fair scene — a grand, enchanting view; Yet o'er that land, from fort to fortress, flew A traitor's banner, while a rebel crew In arms each fortres
Isaac M'Clellan (search for this): chapter 283
96. bombardment of forts Walker and Beauregard. by Isaac M'Clellan. Part I.--the arrival. I. Six-and-sixty gallant ships, tempest-toss'd By the angry seas assailed, well-nigh lost Off hostile Carolina's sandy coast, Spread the straining, daring sail; They had come from Northern shores far away, They had battled with old ocean's stormy spray, But triumphant still their course southward lay Through the equinoctial gale. II. Wild surges in mountainous billows rose, Wild the gale its majestic trumpet blows, Wild the night with intenser darkness grows, As the buffeting, brave fleet, Struggles on, staggers blindly through the gloom-- No light, save the lightning, to illume, To warn them where the tumbling breakers boom, Where the eddying whirlpools beat; III. But the perils of the deep ‘scap'd at last, With torn and tattered canvas on each mast, Behold the noble navy sailing fast By the headlands of the shore! Like a flock of white-wing'd owl, see! they come; Like the sea-birds to the
Freedom (search for this): chapter 283
ain From winter's frosty urn; Soft, soft the odorous land-breeze seaward blows, Delicious with magnolia and the rose, And the spicy air so sweet as it flows, When flowers their incense burn. Part II.--the battle. VII. 'Twas a fair scene — a grand, enchanting view; Yet o'er that land, from fort to fortress, flew A traitor's banner, while a rebel crew In arms each fortress holds. Not there the brave, bright, starry flag might float, Cast its broad shield o'er rampart and o'er moat, Nor Freedom's battery, from its iron throat, Salute the spangled folds. VIII. Fair glanced the day along Port Royal's tide, Glanced o'er embattled forts on either side, Where Hilton Head and Low Bay Point defied The armada of the free; A martial show, that vast, invading fleet! When rose their flag, when mustering-drums were beat; When rang the cheer that all the shores repeat, Re-echoing o'er the sea! IX. Black men-of-war, their decks array'd for fight; Vast transports, glittering with battalions brig
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