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Bole Ponjis: Containing the Tale of the Buccaneer, a Bottle of Red Ink, the ...
Parker Henry Meredith
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2013
amidst amongst appeared arms awful battle beautiful beneath blood brave breath breeze bright called cast clear close clouds cold course dark dead dear death deck deep door earth eyes face fall fear feeling feet fell felt field float French ghost glance grave green half hand head heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human imagination King leaves length less light living lonely looked marks mighty mind morning mountain moved nature never night o'er ocean once pale Panama passed past poor quarter replied rest rising rock rose round rushing sail scarcely seemed shadow ship side silent sound spirit stand stars stood storm stream strong sweet things thought thousand true turned vast vessel voice waves whole wild wind
245. oldal - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
236. oldal - Which he neglects the while, As from a nation vile, Yet, with an angry smile, Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then : "Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed; Yet have we well begun, Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised. "And for myself," quoth he, "This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me.
240. oldal - They now to fight are gone; Armour on armour shone; Drum now to drum did groan — To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make The very earth did shake; Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
243. oldal - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather. None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilboes drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy ; Arms were from shoulders sent, Scalps to the teeth were rent ; Down the French peasants went : Our men were hardy.
223. oldal - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
210. oldal - CLANO, clang ! the massive anvils ring ; Clang, clang ! a hundred hammers swing — Like the thunder-rattle of a tropic sky, The mighty blows still multiply — Clang, clang ! Say, brothers of the dusky brow, What are your strong arms forging now t Clang, clang ! — we forge the coulter now — The coulter of the kindly plough.
246. oldal - Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up: Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon Saint Crispin's day...
227. oldal - To the king sending. Which he neglects the while, As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed.
243. oldal - Gloster, that Duke so good, Next of the royal blood, For famous England stood With his brave brother; Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick...