Poems of English HeroismArthur Compton Auchmuty Paul Welch & Company, 1882 - 152 strán (strany) |
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... tell ? -- Three horses had I slain beneath me : twice I thought that all was lost . Since I knew battle , And that was from my boyhood , never yet— No , by the splendour of God - have I fought men Like Harold and his brethren , and his ...
... tell ? -- Three horses had I slain beneath me : twice I thought that all was lost . Since I knew battle , And that was from my boyhood , never yet— No , by the splendour of God - have I fought men Like Harold and his brethren , and his ...
Strana 25
... tell me if that thou can ! What art thou better than I , Sir King ? now we be but man to man ? " the King smote angerly at Copland then , angerly in that stonde ; & then Copland was a bold yeoman , & bore the King to the ground . He ...
... tell me if that thou can ! What art thou better than I , Sir King ? now we be but man to man ? " the King smote angerly at Copland then , angerly in that stonde ; & then Copland was a bold yeoman , & bore the King to the ground . He ...
Strana 29
... so mickle need . " The doughty Douglas on a steed He rode at his men beforne ; His armour glittered as did a glede , A bolder bairn was never born . " Tell me what men ye are , " he THE ANCIENT BALLAD OF CHEVY - CHASE . 29.
... so mickle need . " The doughty Douglas on a steed He rode at his men beforne ; His armour glittered as did a glede , A bolder bairn was never born . " Tell me what men ye are , " he THE ANCIENT BALLAD OF CHEVY - CHASE . 29.
Strana 30
... tell thee what men we are , " he says " Nor whose men that we be : But we will hunt here in this chase In the spite of thine and of thee . " The fattest harts in all Cheviat " " We have kill'd , and cast to carry them away . ' " By my ...
... tell thee what men we are , " he says " Nor whose men that we be : But we will hunt here in this chase In the spite of thine and of thee . " The fattest harts in all Cheviat " " We have kill'd , and cast to carry them away . ' " By my ...
Strana 39
... tell these news to thee ? Why , Harry , do I tell thee of my foes , Which art my near'st and dearest enemy ? * Prince Henry . Do not think so ; you shall PRINCE HENRY OF MONMOUTH . 39 PRINCE HENRY OF MONMOUTH THE TWO HARRYS Shakspere ...
... tell these news to thee ? Why , Harry , do I tell thee of my foes , Which art my near'st and dearest enemy ? * Prince Henry . Do not think so ; you shall PRINCE HENRY OF MONMOUTH . 39 PRINCE HENRY OF MONMOUTH THE TWO HARRYS Shakspere ...
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arms arrow BALLAD battle BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH BATTLE OF LEWES Bishopp of Durham Black Prince blood bold brave brother call'd captains cheerful Copland Cranmer Crispian crown dead dear death deeds deep doth doughty Douglas Duke Earl earth English faith fame father fell fight fleet fought France French gallant glorious glory grace Hampden hand happy Harold hast hath heart heaven Henry IV HENRY OF MONMOUTH honour Hotspur hundred King Harry King Henry land light live lord Percy merry England mighty ne'er never night noble Northumberland o'er peace praise Prince of Wales Ridley round Saint Saint Crispin's day SHAKSPERE shame shatter'd ships Sir Richard Sir Richard Grenville Skiddaw smiling soldier soul Spain spirit stood storm sword Talbot tell TENNYSON thee thou art thro Tividale truth turn'd victory voice wave William the bold wind 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 93 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
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 119 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
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 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...
Strana 67 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till...