Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse : Being an Anthology of the Patriotic Poetry of the British Empire from the Defeat of the Spanish Armada Till the Death of Queen VictoriaPearson, 1901 - 363 páginas |
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... morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument : Dishonour not your mothers ; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you . Be copy now to men of grosser blood , And teach them how to war . And you ...
... morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument : Dishonour not your mothers ; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you . Be copy now to men of grosser blood , And teach them how to war . And you ...
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... morning name . Proud of their numbers and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; And chide the cripple , tardy - gaited night Who , like a foul and ugly witch , doth limp So ...
... morning name . Proud of their numbers and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; And chide the cripple , tardy - gaited night Who , like a foul and ugly witch , doth limp So ...
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... morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path , There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath , For a time . But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the ...
... morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path , There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath , For a time . But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the ...
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... morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet- But , hark ! -that heavy sound breaks in once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer - clearer - deadlier than before ! Arm ! Arm ! it ...
... morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet- But , hark ! -that heavy sound breaks in once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer - clearer - deadlier than before ! Arm ! Arm ! it ...
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... morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay , Which her own clay shall cover , heaped and pent , Rider ...
... morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay , Which her own clay shall cover , heaped and pent , Rider ...
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Patriotic Song: A book of English verse, being an anthology of the patriotic ... Various Vista previa limitada - 2023 |
Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse, Being an Anthology of the Patriotic ... Arthur Stanley Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
Algernon Charles Swinburne battle beneath blood blow Bonnie Dundee boys brave breath breeze Britain bugles burning carries the gun Charlie cheer crown Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep earth England English eyes face fair fame farewell Felicia Hemans fight flag Flag of England flower fought frae gallant glorious glory grave green grey hame hand hath hear heard heart hearts of oak heroes Highland Highland laddie hills honour Irish island Isle John Kells Ingram Kenmure's King land light live Lochaber lonely Lord loud mighty morning mother ne'er never night o'er ocean peace permission of author Poems pride proud Robert Burns round sail Samian wine shine ships shore sing sleep soldier song sons soul sound spirit stand sweet sword tears thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou voice warriors waves weep wild William Wordsworth wind
Pasajes populares
Página 180 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Página 17 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Página 88 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! ' he said ; Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 60 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Página 47 - It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith...
Página 94 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Página 211 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Página 24 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 14 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Página 214 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...