Poems of English heroism, collected and arranged, with notes, by C.A. AuchmutyArthur Compton Auchmuty 1882 |
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Strana 14
... arm . Out of his hands fell the Sword with the fallow hilt ; Might he no longer hold Falchion , or wield again Weapons of warfare . XV . Spake he a word yet , - Hoar - headed hero , - Cheering his comrades , Bidding his brave youths ...
... arm . Out of his hands fell the Sword with the fallow hilt ; Might he no longer hold Falchion , or wield again Weapons of warfare . XV . Spake he a word yet , - Hoar - headed hero , - Cheering his comrades , Bidding his brave youths ...
Strana 18
... arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross . SHAKSPERE , I Henry IV ...
... arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross . SHAKSPERE , I Henry IV ...
Strana 41
... arms : All plumed like estridges , that with the wind Bated , -like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in ... arm'd , Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd ...
... arms : All plumed like estridges , that with the wind Bated , -like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in ... arm'd , Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd ...
Strana 44
... arms . He gave you all the duties of a man ; Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue , Spoke your deservings like a chronicle , Making you ever better than his praise , By still dispraising praise , valued with you ; And , which ...
... arms . He gave you all the duties of a man ; Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue , Spoke your deservings like a chronicle , Making you ever better than his praise , By still dispraising praise , valued with you ; And , which ...
Strana 55
... 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.
... 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.
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arms ballad banner of England battle BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH BATTLE OF LEWES Black Prince blood bold brave Brihtnoth broke Cannon cheerful Cheviat crown dead death deeds deep died doth doughty Douglas Duke Earl earth England blew English fame father fell fierce fight fleet fought France French glorious glory grace Hampden hand Harry hath heart heaven Henry IV HENRY OF MONMOUTH honour Hotspur Howard John Hampden King Harold King Henry land Light Brigade lord Percy merry England mighty mourning never night noble Northumberland o'er peace praise Ridley Rode roof our banner round Saint Crispin's day SHAKSPERE shame shatter'd ships Simon de Montfort Sir Richard slain soldier soul spirit stood storm stormy winds sword Talbot TENNYSON thee thou art thro Tividale topmost roof Tostig turn'd victory voice Warmen wave WILLIAM WILBERFORCE winds do blow wounds
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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 38 - 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, Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear...
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.
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 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 103 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ' The last great Englishman is low.
Strana 39 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds. That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 89 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now...
Strana 100 - Still thou turnedst, and still Beckonedst the trembler, and still Gavest the weary thy hand. If, in the paths of the world, Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing — to us thou wast still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm! Therefore to thee it was given Many to save with thyself; And, at the end of thy day, O faithful shepherd! to come, Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
Strana 71 - Four galleons drew away From the Spanish fleet that day, And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them all. But anon the great San Philip...