Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIBBY PRISON, by JULIA A. MOORE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Down south the libby prison stood Last Line: To mark their resting place. Alternate Author Name(s): Sweet Singer Of Michigan Subject(s): Soldiers | ||||||||
Down south the Libby prison stood, The rebel's filthy den; Rebs in battle prisoners took -- Of course our union men. And our brave boys, hearty and hale, To prison had to go, And few have lived to tell the tale Of misery and woe. This prison was a horrid place, Many brave boys died there, In rags and filth and wretchedness, They died for want of care. Many a brave and noble man, As he lay sick and sore, Was thinking of his friends and home He never would see more. Fathers, brothers, young husbands dear Went through that prison door -- Some lived to return home, we hear, And others are no more. Many a noble soldier died In Libby prison cell, And comrades perish'd side by side, As many a man can tell. No loving hand was near a couch To bathe an aching head -- No loving friend to watch the hours, Or soothe their dying bed; No friend to wipe the fallen tears From off the dewy face -- No loving kindred was there near To mark their resting place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL ARMIES ARE THE SAME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY ABSENT WITH OFFICIAL LEAVE by RANDALL JARRELL PORT OF EMBARKATION by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON OPERATION MEMORY by DAVID LEHMAN ADVICE TO LITTLE CHILDREN by JULIA A. MOORE |
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