Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
battle beat beauty better blood break breath brook brother bury Cannon close cold comes dance dark dead dear Death deep delight dream dust earth eyes face fair fall father fear feet garden glory golden gone grave grow half Hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour hundred James Katie keep kind land light lilies live looks lord Maud meadow meet mind moor morning mother move never night once pain pass passionate peace poor pride rings river rose round seem'd seems shadow shining sick side silent smile soul sound stand stood Strange street sweet talk thee thing thou thought thro Till true voice walks watch weep West wood wrong
Seite 167 - 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.
Seite 140 - Who is he that cometh, like an honour'd guest, With banner and with music, with soldier and with priest, With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest ? Mighty Seaman, this is he Was great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, The greatest sailor since our world began. Now, to the roll of muffled drums, To thee the greatest soldier comes ; For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea...
Seite 147 - Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun. Such was he : his work is done : But while the races of mankind endure, Let his great example stand Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure ; Till in all lands and thro...
Seite 96 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.
Seite 117 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Seite 77 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Seite 137 - O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute: Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good.
Seite 136 - Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore ? Here, in streaming London's central roar. Let the sound of those he wrought for, And the feet of those he fought for, Echo round his bones for evermore.
Seite 81 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.