Poems of England: A Selection of English Patriotic PoetryMacmillan, 1896 - 109 Seiten |
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Poems of England: A Selection of English Patriotic Poetry (Classic Reprint) Hereford B. George Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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Agincourt ancient army Balaclava banner of England battle Birkenhead blood blow Boadicea brave Britain broke Calais Cannon charge Charles Corunna Cromwell Cromwell's crown dark death deep Duke Duke of Wellington England England blew English falconry fame fight fleet fought France FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE French glory grave guns hand hath heard heart Heaven Heavy Brigade Henry hill honour John of Gaunt king land Light Brigade Lord loud MICHAEL MACMILLAN mighty Mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er peace pibroch Pitt poem poets praise Quatre Bras RICHARD II roof our banner round roused Russian sewed ships SIR JOHN MOORE Sir Richard Sir Richard Grenville Skiddaw sleep slumber England's dead soldier soul sound Spanish spirit star storm sword thee thou thought thousand thro thunder topmost roof victory voice W. T. WEBB Waterloo wave Wellington wild wind word wounded
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Seite vii - For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Seite 29 - for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; 30 We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. GEORGE,
Seite vi - 40 He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say ' To-morrow is Saint Crispian:
Seite 12 - It was the English,' Kaspar cried, ' Who put the French to rout; ' But what they fought each other for ' I could not well make out. ' But every body said,' quoth he, ' That 'twas a famous victory. ' My father lived at Blenheim then, ' Yon little stream hard by ; ' They burnt his dwelling to the ground, 1
Seite 14 - the stormy winds do blow. 30 The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more,
Seite 11 - AFTER BLENHEIM IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelrnine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found
Seite 30 - That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the
Seite viii - for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm
Seite 12 - And he was forced to fly : 40 ' So with his wife and child he fled, ' Nor had he where to rest his head. ' And many a childing mother then ' And new-born baby died : : But things like that, you know, must be ' At every famous victory. ' They say it was a shocking sight
Seite 23 - Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea ; 10 Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.