Heroic Ballads, with Poems of War and PatriotismDavid Henry Montgomery Ginn, 1896 - 319 oldal |
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David Henry Montgomery. IVRY.1 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts , from whom all glories are ! And glory to our Sovereign Liege , 2 King Henry of Navarre ! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance , Through thy corn - fields ...
David Henry Montgomery. IVRY.1 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts , from whom all glories are ! And glory to our Sovereign Liege , 2 King Henry of Navarre ! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance , Through thy corn - fields ...
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... Henry of Navarre . Oh ! how our hearts were beating , when at the dawn of day We saw the army of the League1 drawn out in long array ; With all its priest - led citizens , and all its rebel peers , 2 And Appenzel's 3 stout infantry ...
... Henry of Navarre . Oh ! how our hearts were beating , when at the dawn of day We saw the army of the League1 drawn out in long array ; With all its priest - led citizens , and all its rebel peers , 2 And Appenzel's 3 stout infantry ...
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David Henry Montgomery. And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The King is come to marshal us , in ...
David Henry Montgomery. And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The King is come to marshal us , in ...
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David Henry Montgomery. The fiery Duke1 is pricking 2 fast across Saint André's 3 plain , With all the hireling ... Navarre . Now , God be praised , the day is ours . Mayenne hath turned his rein . D'Aumale hath cried for quarter . The ...
David Henry Montgomery. The fiery Duke1 is pricking 2 fast across Saint André's 3 plain , With all the hireling ... Navarre . Now , God be praised , the day is ours . Mayenne hath turned his rein . D'Aumale hath cried for quarter . The ...
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... Henry , the soldier of Navarre ? Right well fought all the Frenchmen who fought for France to - day ; And many a lordly banner God gave them for a prey . But we of the religion 3 have borne us best in fight ; And the good Lord of Rosny ...
... Henry , the soldier of Navarre ? Right well fought all the Frenchmen who fought for France to - day ; And many a lordly banner God gave them for a prey . But we of the religion 3 have borne us best in fight ; And the good Lord of Rosny ...
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220. oldal - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
197. oldal - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
272. oldal - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
273. oldal - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
191. oldal - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace,— Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less- steadily Roland a whit.
208. oldal - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again — The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain.
294. oldal - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
127. oldal - 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.
220. oldal - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
271. oldal - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!