Poetry of the Civil War 

          Read poetry of the Civil War from Corporal Regan's American Civil War diaries. Mr. Regan documents this poetry from the newspapers, from the lips of his comrades around the camp-fire, and from personal observation and experience. He documents this poetry during his three year enlistment with the Ninth Massachusetts Volunteers, in the American Civil War. He continues to document this poetry after his enlistment, until the war's end in 1865.

          This poetry of the Civil War was entered into his diaries at the time he found it, giving us a sense of how people felt during the progression of the war. Some are very emotional. Some are patriotic. Some describe famous generals, famous battles or true events. Some are from famous poets of the day, while others are from unknown authors. Amazingly, Corporal Regan documents over one hundred Civil War poetry lyrics and Civil War song lyrics, making his diary a truly unique and one-of a-kind Civil War history reading experience! I would like to share some of this poetry with you on this page.


THE LETTER.
by Annie Bramble.

                              A letter; Ah 'tis a simple thing,
                              Yet much of joy and woe 'twill bring - 
                              When sealed and bordered black we know,
                              Before 'tis open, it breathes of woe;
                              But if the seals be red and bright,
                              We haste to break it with delight,
                              To hear what friends and neighbours say,
                              And if they've missed us while away,
                              I remember well 'twas the winter time,
                              (I little thought then to put it in rhyme),
                              The winds whistled loud - through the keyholes I know.
                              And the ground was thick with falling snow
                              A heavy knock on the door I heard,
                              And my heart it fluttered like some poor bird;
                              We stood on the sill as he loudly said;
                              "A letter"! One glance! Ah! He was dead!
                              Yes; he who was dearer than life to me,
                              Had fallen while battling for liberty,
                              A lock of hair it's folds compressed,
                              That a comrade severed at his request.
                              A year have passed away since then,
                              Since I lost my all-my gallant "Ben",
                              Yet, even now I thrill with fear
                              Whenever the postman's knock I hear.


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More poetry of the Civil War.
A Childs Question.

The Land And The Flag.

The Men Who Fell In Baltimore.

Two Southern Mothers.

The Soldier.

Soldier's Tear.

Falter Not.

At Fredericksburg.

'Twas Night Upon The Battlefield.

Useless.