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• The Dance

  [Published soon after the surrender of Cornwallis]
  CORNWALLIS led a country dance,
  The like was never seen, sir, …

  Anonymous

• In State

  I.
  O Keeper of the Sacred Key,
  And the Great Seal of Destiny, …

  Forceythe Willson

• Brother Jonathan’s Lament for Sister Caroline

  [March 25, 1861, South Carolina having adopted the Ordinance of Secession]
  SHE has gone,—she has left us in passion and pride—
  Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! …

  Oliver Wendell Holmes

• Jonathan to John

  It don’t seem hardly right, John,
  When both my hands was full,
  To stump me to a fight, John,— …

  James Russell Lowell

• The Countersign

  Alas! the weary hours pass slow,
  The night is very dark and still,
  And in the marshes far below …

  Anonymous

• Civil War

  “rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
  Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
  Ring me a ball in the glittering spot …

  Charles Dawson Shanly

• Three Hundred Thousand More

  [September, 1861]
  we are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
  From Mississippi’s winding stream and from New England’s shore; …

  Anonymous

• Barbara Frietchie

  Up from the meadows rich with corn,
  Clear in the cool September morn,
  The clustered spires of Frederick stand …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• Cavalry Song

  From “Alice of Monmouth”
  OUR good steeds snuff the evening air,
  Our pulses with their purpose tingle; …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Bay Billy

  [December 15, 1862]
  ’T WAS the last fight at Fredericksburg,—
  Perhaps the day you reck, …

  Frank Harrison Gassaway

• Wounded to Death

  STEADY, boys, steady!
  Keep your arms ready,
  God only knows whom we may meet here. …

  John Whitaker Watson

• Somebody’s Darling

  Into a ward of the whitewashed halls
  Where the dead and the dying lay,
  Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, …

  Marie R. de la Coste

• Tramp, Tramp, Tramp

  In the prison cell I sit,
  Thinking, mother dear, of you,
  And our bright and happy home so far away, …

  Anonymous

• “When this cruel war is over”

  DEAREST love, do you remember
  When we last did meet,
  How you told me that you loved me …

  Anonymous

• Sheridan’s Ride

  [September 19, 1864]
  UP from the South at break of day,
  Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, …

  Thomas Buchanan Read

• Left on the Battle-Field

  What, was it a dream? am I all alone
  In the dreary night and the drizzling rain?
  Hist!—ah, it was only the river’s moan; …

  Sarah Tittle Bolton

• “Under the shade of the trees”

  [The last words of Stonewall Jackson 1 were: “Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”]
  WHAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast?
  What is the mystical vision he sees? …

  Margaret Junkin Preston

• The Black Regiment

  [May 27, 1863]
  DARK as the clouds of even,
  Ranked in the western heaven, …

  George Henry Boker

• The C. S. Army’s Commissary

  I.—1863
  “well, this is bad!” we sighing said,
  While musing round the bivouac fire, …

  Ed. Porter Thompson

• Lee to the Rear

  [An incident in one of the battles in the Wilderness at the beginning of the campaign of 1864]
  DAWN of a pleasant morning in May
  Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray; …

  John Randolph Thompson

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