poetry and patriotism

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Predictive Words

COUNTRY LIFE GOD HEART BRAVE NOBLE HOME SOLDIER BATTLE MAN SPIRIT DEATH HONOR GALLANT SONS HOPE TRUE FIELD LOVE GLORIOUS HEARTS PATRIOTISM LAND DUTY

This list of words are those that the topic model identifies as most likely to appear in documents in this category.

Exemplary Articles

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Thursday, March 30, 1865

"Live as you will wish you had done when you come to die."

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Monday, November 25, 1861

[Written for the Richmond Dispatch.]
GOD BLESS OUR BOYS!
By "L. A. M.," a Richmond Girl.


God bless each meaty form.
Gone to defend his home;
God bless our boys!
God bless each steady bead,
In this bright Southern land;
God bless each patriot band
Of our brave boys!

God bless each youthful heart;
May they from . . . more

[Written for the Richmond Dispatch.]
GOD BLESS OUR BOYS!
By "L. A. M.," a Richmond Girl.


God bless each meaty form.
Gone to defend his home;
God bless our boys!
God bless each steady bead,
In this bright Southern land;
God bless each patriot band
Of our brave boys!

God bless each youthful heart;
May they from sin depart;
God bless one boys!
Preserve their names from barm,
Strengthen each trembling arm,
Keep them from war's alarm;
God bless our boys!

God keep the feelings right,
Of those who've gone to fight
For their loved homes!
Preserve them by thy power,
Bless them to death's dark hour,
Save them mid cannon's roar,
When the foe come!

Make them to trust in them
God of our liability.
Oh, bless our boys!
Mother's and sister's prayers,
Mingled with fathers' cares,
All, all of these are theirs,
God bless one boys!

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Monday, May 19, 1862

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the heorle "Stonewall's" army in the . . . more

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the heorle "Stonewall's" army in the Valley; and with them march to the resene of our kins men in oppression and doubt. Soldier., tis the hour for immorality or obloquy.

The will of the veteran is sustained by Omnipotence, and the blood of the master shall nourish the Bay Tree of Liberty. Who faiters sides with the foe—who disdains odds carves his own escutcheon, which Fame shall ponder and memory treasure. Soldiers, we challenge you once more to the field. Through the earnest solicitation of many Marylanders, Capt. Edmund Barry has accepted an appointment to lead you back to your homes. Marylanders, will you go? Or shall the hollow query be made, Where were they ? Sons of Revolutionary sires! the Goddess of History is vigilant, and notes the actions of the solemn hour!

Be men, and abide the issue. Our leader is grown gray in the clatter of arms, and is eager to offer his last, best tribute as a bequest to his posterity. Marylanders, will you stand by him? Soldiers! will you die with us, for our rights, and friends, and homes? Your response gives to the riches of history the cherished reminiscences of traditional affection, or defames the scions of our honored ancestry. my 14—6t*

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Wednesday, May 14, 1862

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the heroic "Stonewall's" army in the . . . more

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the heroic "Stonewall's" army in the Valley, and with them match to the rescue of our kinsmen in oppression and doubt. Soldier., the hour for immortality or obloquy.

The will of the veteran is sustained by Omnipotence, and the blood of the martyr shall nourish the Bay Tree of Liberty. Who felters sides with the foe—who disdains odds carves his own escutcheon, which Fame shall ponder and memory treasure. Soldiers, we challenge you once more to the field. Through the earnest, solicitation of many Marylanders, Capt. Edmund Barry has accepted an appointment to lead you back to your homes. Marylanders, will you go? Or shall the hollow query be made, Where were they? Sons of Revolutionary sires! the Goddess of History is vigilant, and notes the actions of the solemn hour!

Be men, and abide the issue. Our leader is grown gray in the clatter of arms, and is eager to offer his last, best tribute as a bequest to his posterity. Marylanders, will you stand by him? Soldiers! will you die with us, for our rights, and friends, and homes? Your response gives to the riches of history the cherished reminiscences of traditional affection, or defames the scious of our honored ancestry. my 14—6t*

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Tuesday, September 24, 1861

THE BRAVE AT HOME.


The maid who binds her warrior's sash,
And smiling, all her pain dissembles,
The where beneath the drooping lash,
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles—
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear,
As ever dewed the field of . . . more

THE BRAVE AT HOME.


The maid who binds her warrior's sash,
And smiling, all her pain dissembles,
The where beneath the drooping lash,
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles—
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear,
As ever dewed the field of glory!

The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep and wonder,
And bravely speaks the cheering word,
What tho' her heart be rent asunder—
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear,
The bolts of war around him rattle,
Has shed as sacred blood as o'er,
Was poured upon the plain of battle!

The mother who conceals her grief,
While to her breast her son she presses,
Then breathes a few brave words, and brief,
Kissing the patriot brow she blesses,
With no one but her secret God,
To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Sheds holy blood as o'er the sod,
Received on Freedom's field of honor!

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Tuesday, February 23, 1864

"THOSE THAT RETURN NOT."


When peace, with her banners that float in the sun,
Proclaims that the struggle is over and won,
How pure is the happiness filling the breast,
Of the soldier who returns to his homestead for rest;

How stately the welcome the nation delights,
To offer the heroes of numberless . . . more

"THOSE THAT RETURN NOT."


When peace, with her banners that float in the sun,
Proclaims that the struggle is over and won,
How pure is the happiness filling the breast,
Of the soldier who returns to his homestead for rest;

How stately the welcome the nation delights,
To offer the heroes of numberless fights,
And the Leader who guided her armies to fame,
Till his glory and hers are but one and the same,
But the heart's adoration shall still be for those.
Who know naught of the triumph that blesses the close;

Who from the dark battle-field never returned,
To hear the warm praises so gallantly earned;
To see the proud tears on the delicate cheek,
While loving lips quiver that welcomes would speak.

Ah, desolate hearthstones! where no more shall stand.

The young and the brave who have rescued their land.

For the living the plaudits! for them the heart thrill
Of a love death has hallowed, and never can chill.

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Tuesday, May 20, 1862

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soll. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the hearts to "Stonewall's" army in . . . more

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soll. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the hearts to "Stonewall's" army in the Valley, and with them march to the rescue of our kiasmen in oppression and doubt. Soldier., s the hour for immorality or obloquy.

The will of the veteran is sustained by Omnipotence, and the blood of the martyr shall nourish the Bay Tree of Liberty. Who Tallnesses with the foe—who disdain odds carves his own pacutchoon, which Fame shall ponder and memory treasure. Soldiers we challenge you once more to the field. Through the earnest solicitation of many Marylanders, Capt. Edmund Barry has accepted an appointment to lead you back to your homes. Marylanders, will you go? Or shall the hollow query be made; where were they? Sons of Revolutionary sires! the Goddess of History is vigilant, and notes the actions of the solemn hour!

Be mon, and abide the issue. Our leader is grown gray in the clatter of arms, and is eager to offer his last, best tribute a bequest to his posterity. Marylanders, will you stand by him? Soldiers! will you die with us for our rights, and friends, and homes? Your response gives to the riches of history the cherished reminiscences of traditional affection, or defames the scions of our honored ancestry. my 14—6t*

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Friday, May 16, 1862

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the here to "Stonewall's" army in . . . more

MARYLAND LINE.

—We are anxious to tread once more our native soil. Expectant hearts await our coming. We struggle for Freedom and the sacred shades of our sires.

We invite the untiring and undaunted to haste to rejoin the "Maryland Line," which is reinforcing the here to "Stonewall's" army in the Valley, and with them march to the rescue of our kinsmen in oppression and doubt. Soldier.,'tis the hour for immortality or obloquy.

The will of the veteran is sustained by Omnipotence, and the blood of the martyr shall nourish the Bay Tree of Liberty. Who falters sides with the foe—who disdains odds carves his own escutcheon, which Fame Shall ponder and memory treasure. Soldiers, we challenge you once more to the field. Through the earnest solicitation of many Marylanders, Capt. Edmund Barry has accepted an appointment to lead you back to your homes. Marylanders, will you go? or shall the hollow query be made, Where were they? Sons of Revolutionary sires! the Goddess of History is vigilant, and notes the actions of the solem

Be men, and a issue. Our leader is grown gray in the clatter of arms, and is eager to offer his last, best tribute as a bequest to his posterity. Marylanders, will you stand by him? Soldiers! will you die with us, for our rights, and friends, and homes? Your response gives to the riches of history the cherished reminiscences of traditional affection, or defames the scions of our honored ancestry.

my 14—6t*
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Thursday, October 17, 1861

WAR SONG.
BY
HON. ALEX. B. MEEK.


Would'nt then have me love thee, dearest,
With a woman's proudest heart.
Which shall ever bold thee hearest.
Shrined in its inmost heart?
Listen, then! My country's calling
On her sons to most the foe!
Leave these groves of love and myrtle;
Drool thy dreamy harp of love!
Like young Korner—scorn the . . . more

WAR SONG.
BY
HON. ALEX. B. MEEK.


Would'nt then have me love thee, dearest,
With a woman's proudest heart.
Which shall ever bold thee hearest.
Shrined in its inmost heart?
Listen, then! My country's calling
On her sons to most the foe!
Leave these groves of love and myrtle;
Drool thy dreamy harp of love!
Like young Korner—scorn the turtle,
When the eagle screams above!

Dost thou pause? Let do acts dally—
Do thou forthy country fight!
Neath her noble emblem rally—
"God, our country, and her rigid!"
Listen, now her trionpet's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Woman's heart I soft and tender,
But is proud and faithful too;
Shall she be her land's defender?
Lover! soldier! up and do!

Seize thy father's ancient falchion,
Which once flashed as freedom's star!
Till sweet peace—the bow and halcyon—
Stilled the stormy strife of war.
Listen! now thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Sweet is love in moonlight bowers!
Sweet is the altar and the flame!
Sweet is springtime, with her flowers!
Sweeter far the patriot's name!

Should the God who smiles above thee
Doom thee to a soldier's grave,
Hearts will break, but fame will love thee,
Canonized among the brave!
Listen, then! thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Ritter would I view the lying
On the last red field of life,
'Mid thy country's' eroes dying,
Than to be a dastard's wife!

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Saturday, February 01, 1862

[Written for the Richmond Dispatch.]
OLD MARYLAND, MY HOME.
BY W. H. H. SMITH.
To Jay Spurrier, of the First Maryland Regiment.


Old Maryland, my happy home,
With fields so bright and fair,
Though I should ever from thee roam,
My heart would still be there.
And if the ones I dearly love,
One smile could . . . more

[Written for the Richmond Dispatch.]
OLD MARYLAND, MY HOME.
BY W. H. H. SMITH.
To Jay Spurrier, of the First Maryland Regiment.


Old Maryland, my happy home,
With fields so bright and fair,
Though I should ever from thee roam,
My heart would still be there.
And if the ones I dearly love,
One smile could give to me,
All sorrow now would then be joy,
Dear Maryland, for thee.

Old Maryland, would I were there,
With loved ones by my side;
Oh! how this anxious heart would beat
From morn till even tide.
Ah! yes, what joy would then be mine;
Whose heart would beat more free
Than mine, to be with those I love,
Dear Maryland with thee?

Old Maryland, though far away,
I ne'er have ceased to think,
But that in some far future day
Our hearts again would link.
And oh! when comes that blissful day,
How happy then I'll be.
To dwell with those I fondly love,
Dear Maryland, with thee.

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