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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... sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the Public's skirt So when the falcon high Falls heavy from the sky , She , having killed , no more doth search But on the next green bough to perch , Where , when he first does lure , The falconer ...
... sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the Public's skirt So when the falcon high Falls heavy from the sky , She , having killed , no more doth search But on the next green bough to perch , Where , when he first does lure , The falconer ...
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... sword erect : Besides the force it has to fright The spirits of the shady night , The same arts that did gain A power , must it maintain . Andrew Marvell . XIV SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA WHERE the remote Bermudas ride In the ...
... sword erect : Besides the force it has to fright The spirits of the shady night , The same arts that did gain A power , must it maintain . Andrew Marvell . XIV SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA WHERE the remote Bermudas ride In the ...
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... sword was in its sheath , His fingers held the pen , When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men . Weigh the vessel up , Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes . Her timbers yet are sound ...
... sword was in its sheath , His fingers held the pen , When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men . Weigh the vessel up , Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes . Her timbers yet are sound ...
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... sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land . William Blake . XXXIII ON LANDING IN ENGLAND HERE , on our native soil , we breathe once more . The cock that crows , the smoke that curls ...
... sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land . William Blake . XXXIII ON LANDING IN ENGLAND HERE , on our native soil , we breathe once more . The cock that crows , the smoke that curls ...
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... swords for ledgers , and desert The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my Country ! -am I to be blamed ? Now , when I think of thee , and what thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears I ...
... swords for ledgers , and desert The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my Country ! -am I to be blamed ? Now , when I think of thee , and what thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears I ...
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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...