Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, Deel 2Clarendon Press, 1911 |
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Pagina 7
... her snow - white memory The crimson legend of the Tower ? Or when a thousand witcheries lay Felled with one stroke , at Fotheringay ? 5 10 15 20 Ah , thou hast heard the iron tread And clang 7 PART PAGE The Father of the Forest.
... her snow - white memory The crimson legend of the Tower ? Or when a thousand witcheries lay Felled with one stroke , at Fotheringay ? 5 10 15 20 Ah , thou hast heard the iron tread And clang 7 PART PAGE The Father of the Forest.
Pagina 14
... thousand states ; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground- Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates ! Other Romans shall arise , Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds , not arms , shall win the prize- Harmony the path to fame . 5 IO 15 20 Then the ...
... thousand states ; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground- Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates ! Other Romans shall arise , Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds , not arms , shall win the prize- Harmony the path to fame . 5 IO 15 20 Then the ...
Pagina 20
... thousand years Alfred's full radiance shines on us at last . Star of the spotless fame , from far - off skies Teaching this truth , too long not understood , That only they are worthy who are wise , And none are truly great that are not ...
... thousand years Alfred's full radiance shines on us at last . Star of the spotless fame , from far - off skies Teaching this truth , too long not understood , That only they are worthy who are wise , And none are truly great that are not ...
Pagina 51
... thousand bow - strings ring , Ten thousand arrows fly ! Nor paused on the devoted Scot The ceaseless fury of their shot ; As fiercely and as fast Forth whistling came the grey - goose wing As the wild hailstones pelt and ring Adown ...
... thousand bow - strings ring , Ten thousand arrows fly ! Nor paused on the devoted Scot The ceaseless fury of their shot ; As fiercely and as fast Forth whistling came the grey - goose wing As the wild hailstones pelt and ring Adown ...
Pagina 53
... thousand horsemen came , With spears in rest and hearts on flame , That panted for the shock ! With blazing crests and banners spread , And trumpet - clang and clamour dread , The wide plain thunder'd to their tread As far as Stirling ...
... thousand horsemen came , With spears in rest and hearts on flame , That panted for the shock ! With blazing crests and banners spread , And trumpet - clang and clamour dread , The wide plain thunder'd to their tread As far as Stirling ...
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Lyra Historica: Poems of British History A.D. 61-1910, Volumes 1-3 M. E. Windsor Volledige weergave - 1911 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 28 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pagina 8 - 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...
Pagina 42 - SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Pagina 65 - 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.
Pagina 53 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Pagina 8 - 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...
Pagina 9 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, " To-morrow is Saint Crispian : " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pagina 39 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 54 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass...
Pagina 39 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.