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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 11
... close with them . Yielded the headstrong Earl in his hardihood , Brihthelm's bairn , o'er the water calling : Hearken'd the warmen . IX . " Lo ! we give ground to you : Come o'er and fight with us . God wotteth which shall stand Last in ...
... close with them . Yielded the headstrong Earl in his hardihood , Brihthelm's bairn , o'er the water calling : Hearken'd the warmen . IX . " Lo ! we give ground to you : Come o'er and fight with us . God wotteth which shall stand Last in ...
Strana 18
... close of civil butchery , Shall now , in mutual well - beseeming ranks , March all one way , and be no more opposed Against acquaintance , kindred and allies : The edge of war , like an ill - sheathed knife , No more shall cut his ...
... close of civil butchery , Shall now , in mutual well - beseeming ranks , March all one way , and be no more opposed Against acquaintance , kindred and allies : The edge of war , like an ill - sheathed knife , No more shall cut his ...
Strana 47
... 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 ENGLISHMEN IN THe field . 47 Shaksperc.
... 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 ENGLISHMEN IN THe field . 47 Shaksperc.
Strana 55
... to English hearts , Stuck close together . When down their bows they threw And forth their bilboes drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy : Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth BALLAD OF AGINCOURT . 55.
... to English hearts , Stuck close together . When down their bows they threw And forth their bilboes drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy : Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth BALLAD OF AGINCOURT . 55.
Strana 63
... close of a warm summer day , There came a gallant merchant - ship full sail to Ply- mouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet , beyond Au- rigny's isle , At earliest twilight , on the waves lie heaving many a mile . At ...
... close of a warm summer day , There came a gallant merchant - ship full sail to Ply- mouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet , beyond Au- rigny's isle , At earliest twilight , on the waves lie heaving many a mile . At ...
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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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Strana 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 !
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...