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 Victoria ...Arnold, 1903 - 363 páginas |
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... gallant ship had in her Full forty fighting men ; With twenty piece of ordnance We played about them then , With powder , shot , and bullets Right well we worked our will , And hot and bloody grew the fight With our Angel Gabriel . Our ...
... gallant ship had in her Full forty fighting men ; With twenty piece of ordnance We played about them then , With powder , shot , and bullets Right well we worked our will , And hot and bloody grew the fight With our Angel Gabriel . Our ...
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... gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out ' Yo heave ho ! ' Yet more shall ye be knowing , — I was coxon to Boscawen , And even with brave Hawke have I nobly faced the foe . Then put round the grog , - So we've that and our prog , We'll ...
... gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out ' Yo heave ho ! ' Yet more shall ye be knowing , — I was coxon to Boscawen , And even with brave Hawke have I nobly faced the foe . Then put round the grog , - So we've that and our prog , We'll ...
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... gallant Arethusa . And now we've driven the foe ashore Never to fight with the Britons more , Let each fill his glass To his fav'rite lass ; A health to our captain and officers true , And all that belong to the jovial crew On board of ...
... gallant Arethusa . And now we've driven the foe ashore Never to fight with the Britons more , Let each fill his glass To his fav'rite lass ; A health to our captain and officers true , And all that belong to the jovial crew On board of ...
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... gallant wreath ; Confirmed the charters that were yours before ; - No parleying now ! In Britain is one breath ; We all are with you now from shore to shore ; — Ye men of Kent , ' tis victory or death ! William Wordsworth . XXXVII THE ...
... gallant wreath ; Confirmed the charters that were yours before ; - No parleying now ! In Britain is one breath ; We all are with you now from shore to shore ; — Ye men of Kent , ' tis victory or death ! William Wordsworth . XXXVII THE ...
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... gallant by . A thousand warriors fill her decks ; Within her painted side The thunder sleeps - man's might has nought Can match or mar her pride . In victor glory goes she forth ; Her stainless flag flies free ; Kings of the earth ...
... gallant by . A thousand warriors fill her decks ; Within her painted side The thunder sleeps - man's might has nought Can match or mar her pride . In victor glory goes she forth ; Her stainless flag flies free ; Kings of the earth ...
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Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse: Being an Anthology of the Patriotic ... Arthur Stanley Megaw Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse: Being an Anthology of the Patriotic ... Arthur Stanley Megaw Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
Algernon Charles Swinburne battle beneath blood blow Bonnie Dundee boys brave breath breeze bright Britain bugles blown burning captain carries the gun Charlie cheer crown dark Dark Rosaleen dear death deep earth England English eyes face fair fame Felicia Hemans fight flag Flag of England Francis Turner Palgrave gallant glorious glory grave green grey guard hame hand harp hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heroes hills honour island Isle Kenmure's King land light live Lord mighty morn mother ne'er never night o'er ocean peace Plymouth Hoe Poems pride proud Queen Richard Chenevix Trench Robert Burns Rosaleen round round shot sail Samian wine shine ship shore sing sleep snotties soldier song sons soul sound spirit stand star storm sweet sword tears thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou thunder towers voice warrior waves weep wild wind
Pasajes populares
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 46 - Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.
Página 15 - God of battles ! steel my soldiers' hearts! Possess them not with fear ; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them ! — Not to-day, O Lord, O not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown...
Página 5 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Página 67 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells : In native swords and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad. !$•' Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade...
Página 83 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; 142 The Epic 143 " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
Página 67 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise— we come, we come ! " 'Tis but the living who are dumb.