The Poetry of the American Civil War

The Poetry of the American Civil War

Language: English

Pages: 312

ISBN: 1611860431

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Deeply affecting and diverse in perspective, The Poetry of the American Civil War is the first comprehensive volume to focus entirely on poetry written and published during the Civil War. Of the nearly one thousand books of poetry published in the 1860s, some two hundred addressed the war in some way, and these collectively present a textured portrait of life during the conflict. The poets represented here hail from the North and the South, and at times mirror each other uncannily. Among them are housewives, doctors, preachers, bankers, journalists, and teachers. Their verse reflects the day-to-day reality of war, death, and destruction, and it contemplates questions of faith, slavery, society, patriotism, and politics. This is an essential volume for poetry lovers, historians, and Civil War enthusiasts alike.

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hearths in city and hamlet, Whitened the cheeks and lips quivering there, In agonized fear of the doom that each morrow May bring to the noble, the loved and the fair. Gone from the mountains whose free air inspired them, Gone from the vales where in childhood they played, God of the true-hearted, guard them, o'er shadow them. Strike through each arm, make victorious each blade! March, march down to the battle field, Husbands, brothers and sons, marching forward in order. March, march to perish,

receipt of the news of this tragic event. What a strange coincidence of Time! It will be remembered that it was on Good Friday, and on the 14th of April. Of him who stood foremost in this mighty age, Whose goodness is praised by the saint and the sage, While his great-hearted kindness the poet doth sing, Like the widow's two mites, our tribute we bring. A long night of darkness is passing away, Athwart the broad land comes the glorious day Of peace and of joy and of glory and gladness, But the

soldier's duties shun, And snatch the fame that he had won! What useful lessons spur our sense, When taught by sour experience! We've learned "Virginia's sacred soil," Like common earth, may bleed and toil; (II) That Tennessee in zeal may flag To witness the dismay of Bragg, And that our Floyd was taught to dance, In reels, by master RosencransAn active, flying Dutchman, who Our straggling armies will pursue; Or, if outnumbered, hold his own With all the masses round him thrown. But what of

By God's revenge, and man's desire, Thyself alone shall fall' Who binds shall thus be bound; The slaves shall be slaved; Who raises, shall himself arise; The saver shall be saved. For man is one with man, And man by man must gain, And his best self's his brother's own, Or else the creeds are vain; And the gospel true is man, Else is not God at all, Else are we knaves, and worse than knaves, And slaves, slaves all! o People! see and hear; The letters are of fire, The words are thunder, and the

with her products. To Reuben 'twas the loveliest spot on earth, Where many sunny years of bliss he passed, Sharing the joys of dear domestic life With the partner of his soul, his Nancy dear, More faithful, fair, and kind than half of those Who blaze in vain, proud, ostentatious show: One who knew her duties well, her womanly sphere, And the sweet pleasures of the virtuous heart; Which was the only bliss her husband sought. There, in the quiet place wherein the happy pair Found shelter, food, and

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