Poems of patriotism, history and legendHolt, 1912 |
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... bold , I thought he would have cocked it ; It scared me so , I shrinked it off , And hung by father's pocket . And Captain Davis had a gun , He kind of clapped his hand on't , And stuck a crooked stabbing - iron Upon the little end on't ...
... bold , I thought he would have cocked it ; It scared me so , I shrinked it off , And hung by father's pocket . And Captain Davis had a gun , He kind of clapped his hand on't , And stuck a crooked stabbing - iron Upon the little end on't ...
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... bold Which the bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven rung When Satan , blasted , fell with his host ; - While this , with reverence meet , Ten thousand echoes greet , From rock to rock repeat Round our ...
... bold Which the bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven rung When Satan , blasted , fell with his host ; - While this , with reverence meet , Ten thousand echoes greet , From rock to rock repeat Round our ...
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... bold Robin Hood , With his strong - hearted yeomanry ripe for the fray , Driving the arrow into the marrow Of all the proud Normans who came in his way ; Scorning the fetter , fearless and free , Winning by Saxon Grit 2155 Alfred Austin.
... bold Robin Hood , With his strong - hearted yeomanry ripe for the fray , Driving the arrow into the marrow Of all the proud Normans who came in his way ; Scorning the fetter , fearless and free , Winning by Saxon Grit 2155 Alfred Austin.
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... bold and free , As well befits who have descent from thee , And who have trodden brave the forlorn way . Children of thine , but grown to strong estate ; Nor scorn from thee would they be slow to pay , Nor check from thee submissly ...
... bold and free , As well befits who have descent from thee , And who have trodden brave the forlorn way . Children of thine , but grown to strong estate ; Nor scorn from thee would they be slow to pay , Nor check from thee submissly ...
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... bold mark , our old mark , Is waiting over - sea . When the strings harp in chorus , And the lion flag is o'er us , It is there that our mark will be . What of the men ? The men were bred in England : The bowmen - the yeomen , The lads ...
... bold mark , our old mark , Is waiting over - sea . When the strings harp in chorus , And the lion flag is o'er us , It is there that our mark will be . What of the men ? The men were bred in England : The bowmen - the yeomen , The lads ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson arms banner battle Ben Milam beneath blood blue Bonnie Dundee bonny brave breath bright cheer Cremona cried Danny Deever dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream England eyes face fair Fair Annie father fear fell fight fire flame frae George Gordon Byron glory grave gray green gude Gunga Din guns hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Judas Iscariot King kiss lady land Lars Porsena light looked Lord loud merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray proud ride ring roar rode rose round sail Samian wine Scotland ship shore shout sing sleep soldier song sorrow soul sound stars steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou turned Twas unto voice waves weep wild wind Yarrow young young Beichan
Pasajes populares
Página 2675 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 2479 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 2123 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love! I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above!
Página 2124 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Página 2642 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ' Good speed !' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique...
Página 2374 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 2372 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form. The flames rolled on — he would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He called aloud: " Say, father, say If yet my task is done!" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his...
Página 2384 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness...
Página 2670 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Página 2517 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.