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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... sail ; Or , in conflagration pale Light the goom . Now joy , Old England , raise For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar , Let us think of ...
... sail ; Or , in conflagration pale Light the goom . Now joy , Old England , raise For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar , Let us think of ...
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... sails . I saw fierce Prussia's chargers stand , Her children's sharp swords out ; - Proud Austria's bright spurs ... sail , Nor starts forth with the seaward breeze , Nor answers shout nor hail ; Her merry men , with all their mirth ...
... sails . I saw fierce Prussia's chargers stand , Her children's sharp swords out ; - Proud Austria's bright spurs ... sail , Nor starts forth with the seaward breeze , Nor answers shout nor hail ; Her merry men , with all their mirth ...
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... sails are spread , her anchor's raised , There sweeps she gallant by . A thousand warriors fill her decks ; Within her ... sail Where'er the surge may sweep , the tempest's breath prevail . I've taught me other tongues - and in strange ...
... sails are spread , her anchor's raised , There sweeps she gallant by . A thousand warriors fill her decks ; Within her ... sail Where'er the surge may sweep , the tempest's breath prevail . I've taught me other tongues - and in strange ...
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... sail spread ! Wave may not foam , not wild wind sweep , Where rest not England's dead . On Egypt's burning plains , By the pyramid o'erswayed , With fearful power the noonday reigns , And the palm trees yield no shade ; But let the ...
... sail spread ! Wave may not foam , not wild wind sweep , Where rest not England's dead . On Egypt's burning plains , By the pyramid o'erswayed , With fearful power the noonday reigns , And the palm trees yield no shade ; But let the ...
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... grave ? Go , stranger ! track the deep- Free , free the white sail spread ! Wave may not foam , nor wild wind sweep , Where rest not England's dead . Felicia Hemans . LV THE ARMADA ATTEND , all ye who list to HEMANS 73.
... grave ? Go , stranger ! track the deep- Free , free the white sail spread ! Wave may not foam , nor wild wind sweep , Where rest not England's dead . Felicia Hemans . LV THE ARMADA ATTEND , all ye who list to HEMANS 73.
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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...