The Poetry of the American Civil War
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.
Garments, Sat upright with face of stone, 25 THE POETRY OF THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR Striving bravely to bear both sorrows, Her country's grief and her own. Bent low was the wife's slight figure, And her face, by her falling hair And her clasped hands, was hidden, In the depth of her despair. Between these two, on the carpet, The sister had knelt down, With the large tears slowly stealing From beneath the lashes brown. But the baby of the household, Who had missed her evening game, Was fast.
Poem by a Lady oj Georgia was published in Charleston during 1866. DESTRUCTION OF COLUMBIA Methinks there'll be emblazoned on the dismal walls of Hell, A record base, whose fiery words of fiendish deeds will tell, Through ages of eternal woe, to demons black with crime, How once on earth degraded men o'erleaped the bounds of time, And though they dwelt in human flesh, incarnate devils turned, When maddened by infernal hate, they plundered, killed and burned, Methinks the "Prince of Darkness" with.
Representative of society. It is certain that the interpretation these poets gave the war was precisely the interpretation they felt was shared by most Americans. The five chapters into which I have divided the poetry are those which the nature of the poetry suggested. To have categorized the poetry by author would have been eminently unhelpful because most of these forgotten poets have little to recommend them individually. To have divided the poetry into chapters dealing with Northern verse and.
Invocation of the Revolutionary War, in its assertion that God is on the side of the North, and in its plea for a preservation of the Union, the following poem by J. A. Nunes is typical. The poem is from Day Dreams (Philadelphia, 1863). FREEDOM'S RALLY Wake, Freedom, with thy trumpet tongue, Each echo in the land, Till, at the sound, both old and young In arms before thee stand! Gaunt Treason, stalking in the light, Uprears its hydra head, And thy bright hosts must prove their might, And strike.
ENTANGLE A WORLD Where the Kentucky's bright and peerless stream Glides smoothly as the fancies of a dream, • • • Oft in the silent eve my thoughts will roam, As memory wakes the joys I felt at home. There flowers bloom fairest, and the birds are fair; There flocks sport freely in the genial air; There younglings of those flocks skip light and gay, And roses cling around those cliffs of grey. There childhood laughs and shouts with boundless glee; There mirth spreads broadly as a shoreless sea;.