Poems of English Heroism from Brunanburh to Lucknow: From Athelstan to Albert, Collected and Arranged, with Notes Historical and IllustrativeK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1895 - 152 |
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... voice Die with the world . TENNYSON , Harold , Act IV . Sc . 3 . IV . HAROLD AND SENLAC William ( on the field of the dead ) . Wrap them together in a purple cloak And lay them both upon the waste sea - shore At Hastings , there to ...
... voice Die with the world . TENNYSON , Harold , Act IV . Sc . 3 . IV . HAROLD AND SENLAC William ( on the field of the dead ) . Wrap them together in a purple cloak And lay them both upon the waste sea - shore At Hastings , there to ...
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... voice , " I recommend to you my son , Who is yet but young and small , And pray that , as you served me , So from your heart you would serve him . ” Then he call'd the King his father , And the Duke of Lancaster his brother , And ...
... voice , " I recommend to you my son , Who is yet but young and small , And pray that , as you served me , So from your heart you would serve him . ” Then he call'd the King his father , And the Duke of Lancaster his brother , And ...
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... voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear , And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well - practised , wise directions . And , princes all , believe me , I beseech you : My father is gone wild into his grave , For in his tomb ...
... voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear , And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well - practised , wise directions . And , princes all , believe me , I beseech you : My father is gone wild into his grave , For in his tomb ...
Strona 62
... voice , more than once , " This hath offended - this unworthy hand ! " So held it till it all was burn'd , before The flame had reach'd his body ; I stood near— Mark'd him he never utter'd moan of pain : He never stirr'd or writhed ...
... voice , more than once , " This hath offended - this unworthy hand ! " So held it till it all was burn'd , before The flame had reach'd his body ; I stood near— Mark'd him he never utter'd moan of pain : He never stirr'd or writhed ...
Strona 66
... reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower peal'd loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer : And from the furthest wards was heard the rush of 66 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
... reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower peal'd loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer : And from the furthest wards was heard the rush of 66 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
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archers arms arrow Athelstan BALLAD banner of England battle BATTLE OF LEWES Bishopp of Durham Black Prince blood bold bows brave Brihtnoth captains cheere Cheviat the hills Copland crown dead death deeds died dint doth doughty Douglas Duke Earl earth England blew English faith fame father fell fight fought France French glorious glory grace Hampden hand happy happy breed hath heart heaven HENRY OF MONMOUTH honour Hotspur Hugh the Mongon-byrry hundred John of Gaunt King Henry land lord Percy merry England merrymen mighty never night noble Northumberland o'er peace praise rode Saint Crispin's day sayd Scottish knight SHAKSPERE shame shatter'd ships SIMON DE MONTFORT Sir Hugh Sir Richard slain Cheviat soldier sore soul spear spirit stand stood storm sword tell TENNYSON thee thou art thro Tividale topmost roof troth truth turn'd victory voice William the bold wounds
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Strona 48 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game 's afoot : Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ' God for Harry, England, and Saint George !
Strona 38 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise ; This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, S Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Strona 96 - 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...
Strona 68 - Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.
Strona 118 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strona 142 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Strona 52 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Strona 51 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Strona 64 - Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post.
Strona 47 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...