Ballads of Battle and BraveryHarper, 1879 - 153 oldal |
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18. oldal
... side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the port , Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And ...
... side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the port , Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And ...
18. oldal
... ! The trumpets blew , the cross - bolts flew , The arrows flashed like flame , As spur in side , and spear in rest , Against the foe we came . And many a bearded Saracen Went down , both horse THE HEART OF THE BRUCE . 17 21.
... ! The trumpets blew , the cross - bolts flew , The arrows flashed like flame , As spur in side , and spear in rest , Against the foe we came . And many a bearded Saracen Went down , both horse THE HEART OF THE BRUCE . 17 21.
18. oldal
... side by side with him ! " The world grows cold , my arm is old , And thin my lyart hair , And all that I loved best on earth Is stretched before me there . " O Bothwell banks ! that bloom so bright Beneath the sun of May , The heaviest ...
... side by side with him ! " The world grows cold , my arm is old , And thin my lyart hair , And all that I loved best on earth Is stretched before me there . " O Bothwell banks ! that bloom so bright Beneath the sun of May , The heaviest ...
31. oldal
... sides he strook , And rolled his rabid tongue ; In many a wary ring He swept round the forest king , With a fell and rattling sound ; And laid him THE GLOVE . 31 THE GLOVE Schiller (Bulwer's Translation) THE GLOVE Schiller (Bulwer's ...
... sides he strook , And rolled his rabid tongue ; In many a wary ring He swept round the forest king , With a fell and rattling sound ; And laid him THE GLOVE . 31 THE GLOVE Schiller (Bulwer's Translation) THE GLOVE Schiller (Bulwer's ...
41. oldal
... side and the head , And he said , " Fight on ! fight on ! " And the night went down , and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea , And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring ; But they dared not touch us ...
... side and the head , And he said , " Fight on ! fight on ! " And the night went down , and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea , And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring ; But they dared not touch us ...
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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.