StoryTitle("caps", "Barbara Frietchie") ?>
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in the Civil War, in September, 1862, General
Robert E. Lee of the Confederate army succeeded in
crossing the Potomac River, and planned to march on
Baltimore or Philadelphia. On this march he entered
Frederick City, Maryland, September 13th.
According to Whittier's poem there were forty American
flags flying in the town, but the Confederate
sympathizers pulled them down as Lee's army entered.
Then an old woman named Barbara Frietchie took one of
the flags and fastened it to a staff outside her attic
window. General "Stonewall" Jackson saw the flag as
he marched past with his men, and gave the order to
fire. But even as the flag fell from the staff Barbara
Frietchie seized it. She cried to them all, "Shoot, if
you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's
flag!"
Jackson recognized her courage, and was stirred by it.
He gave his men the order to march, and all day the
flag flew from that attic window as Lee's army went
through the streets of Frederick City.
The story of Barbara Frietchie has been accepted as
true by several historians, but there is some doubt as
to whether the facts were exactly similar to the
account in the poem. Whittier himself said that he had the
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story from trustworthy sources. In a note to the poem
he wrote: "It is admitted by all that Barbara
Frietchie was no myth, but a worthy and highly esteemed
gentlewoman, intensely loyal and a hater of the Slavery
Rebellion, holding her Union flag sacred and keeping it
with her Bible; that when the Confederates halted
before her house, and entered her dooryard, she
denounced them in vigorous language, shook her cane in
their faces, and drove them out; and when General
Burnside's troops followed close upon Jackson's, she
waved her flag and cheered them. It is stated that May
Quantrell, a brave and loyal lady in another part of
the city, did wave her flag in sight of the
Confederates. It is possible that there has been a
blending of the two incidents."
StoryTitle("caps", "Barbara Frietchie") ?>
by John Greenleaf Whittier
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PoemLine("L0", "", "Up from the meadows rich with corn,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Clear in the cool September morn,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The clustered spires of Frederick stand", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Round about them orchards sweep,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Apple and peach tree fruited deep,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Fair as a garden of the Lord", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "On that pleasant morn of the early fall", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When Lee marched over the mountain wall,—", "") ?>
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PoemLine("L0", "", "Over the mountains, winding down,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Horse and foot into Frederick town.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Forty flags with their silver stars,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Forty flags with their crimson bars,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Flapped in the morning wind: the sun", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Of noon looked down, and saw not one.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Bravest of all in Frederick town,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "She took up the flag the men hauled down;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "In her attic window the staff she set,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To show that one heart was loyal yet.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Up the street came the rebel tread,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Under his slouched hat left and right", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He glanced; the old flag met his sight.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Halt!\"—the dust-brown ranks stood fast.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Fire!\"—out blazed the rifle-blast.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It shivered the window, pane and sash;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It rent the banner with seam and gash.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "She leaned far out on the window-sill,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And shook it forth with a royal will.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "But spare your country's flag,\" she said.", "") ?>
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PoemLine("L0", "", "A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Over the face of the leader came;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The nobler nature within him stirred", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To life at that woman's deed and word:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Who touches a hair of yon gray head", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Dies like a dog! March on!\" he said.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "All day long through Frederick street", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Sounded the tread of marching feet:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "All day long that free flag tost", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Over the heads of the rebel host.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Ever its torn folds rose and fell", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "On the loyal winds that loved it well;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And through the hill-gaps sunset light", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Shone over it with a warm good-night.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the rebel rides on his raids no more.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Honour to her! and let a tear", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Fall, for her sake, on \"Stonewall's\" bier.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Flag of freedom and union, wave!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Peace, and order, and beauty draw", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Round thy symbol of light and law;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And ever the stars above look down", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "On thy stars below in Frederick town!", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>