Ballads of Battle and BraveryHarper, 1879 - 153 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
47. oldal
... shout throughout the hall that made the rafters ring , And stirred o'erhead the banners there , like aspen leaves in spring ; And vows were made , and wine - cups quaffed , with proud and bitter scorn , To hunt to death Fertullagh's ...
... shout throughout the hall that made the rafters ring , And stirred o'erhead the banners there , like aspen leaves in spring ; And vows were made , and wine - cups quaffed , with proud and bitter scorn , To hunt to death Fertullagh's ...
50. oldal
... shout and wild halloo , And a hundred steeds are masterless , since his first bugle blew ! From front to flank the Irish charge , in battle order all , While pent like sheep in shepherd's fold the Saxon riders fall ; Their lances long ...
... shout and wild halloo , And a hundred steeds are masterless , since his first bugle blew ! From front to flank the Irish charge , in battle order all , While pent like sheep in shepherd's fold the Saxon riders fall ; Their lances long ...
51. oldal
... shout of joy ; As eager Asklas hurry past o'er mountain , moor , and glen , And tell in each the battle won by Tyrrell and his men . Bold Walter sleeps in Spanish earth ; long years have passed away- Yet Tyrrell's Pass is called that ...
... shout of joy ; As eager Asklas hurry past o'er mountain , moor , and glen , And tell in each the battle won by Tyrrell and his men . Bold Walter sleeps in Spanish earth ; long years have passed away- Yet Tyrrell's Pass is called that ...
53. oldal
... shout , ' For God and for the King ! " " ' Tis noon . line ; The ranks are broken , along the royal They fly , the braggarts of the court ! the bullies of the Rhine ! Stout Langley's cheer is heard no more , and Astley's helm is down ...
... shout , ' For God and for the King ! " " ' Tis noon . line ; The ranks are broken , along the royal They fly , the braggarts of the court ! the bullies of the Rhine ! Stout Langley's cheer is heard no more , and Astley's helm is down ...
56. oldal
... shout ? And whence be the grapes of the wine - press which ye tread ? O , evil was the root , and bitter was the fruit , And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod ; For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong ...
... shout ? And whence be the grapes of the wine - press which ye tread ? O , evil was the root , and bitter was the fruit , And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod ; For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong ...
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18. oldal - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
75. oldal - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
35. oldal - And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride, "We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! We have won great glory, my men!
89. oldal - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
72. oldal - On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade, — By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town And the moonlight flowing over all.
118. oldal - The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished age hath flown, The story how ye fell; Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor Time's remorseless doom.
46. oldal - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
71. oldal - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
10. oldal - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
74. oldal - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.