Heroic Ballads: With Poems of War and PatriotismDavid Henry Montgomery Ginn, 1890 - 319 стор. |
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... head , Where stood the dauntless Three . XXXV . The Three stood calm and silent , And looked upon the foes , And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard 5 rose : And forth three chiefs came spurring Before that deep array ; 1 ...
... head , Where stood the dauntless Three . XXXV . The Three stood calm and silent , And looked upon the foes , And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard 5 rose : And forth three chiefs came spurring Before that deep array ; 1 ...
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... head . XLV . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke As falls on Mount Alvernus 3 A thunder - smitten oak . Far o'er the crashing forest 1 Deftly : dexterously . 2 Helm helmet ( here put for head ) . 3 Mount Alver'nus ...
... head . XLV . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke As falls on Mount Alvernus 3 A thunder - smitten oak . Far o'er the crashing forest 1 Deftly : dexterously . 2 Helm helmet ( here put for head ) . 3 Mount Alver'nus ...
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... head . XLVI . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain2 Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble ...
... head . XLVI . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain2 Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble ...
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... years before , the haughty head of the Claudian house was mobbed by the people . 8 Fasces : the rods and axes lictors or guard of Claudius . All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in 36 HEROIC BALLADS . CARMEN BELLICOSUM.
... years before , the haughty head of the Claudian house was mobbed by the people . 8 Fasces : the rods and axes lictors or guard of Claudius . All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in 36 HEROIC BALLADS . CARMEN BELLICOSUM.
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... head . " He looked upon his clients ; but none would work his will . He looked upon his lictors ; but they trembled , and stood still . And , as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft , Ever the mighty multitude fell back ...
... head . " He looked upon his clients ; but none would work his will . He looked upon his lictors ; but they trembled , and stood still . And , as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft , Ever the mighty multitude fell back ...
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50 cents Appius armor arms army banner battle battle of Otterburn beneath blood blow bonnet of bonnie bonnie Dundee brave castle Claudian Claudius Clusium cried crown Curfew curule chair dead death died Duke Earl Douglas Earl Percy Edinburgh England English Etruria eyes face father fell fight fire flag fleet fought French gallant gate glory grave hand hath heard heart Henry Henry of Navarre hills Horatius Hurrah James king land Lars Porsena lictors light Lochinvar looked Lord loud maiden Mailing Price miles Montrose Netherby never night noble o'er proud ring to-night roar ROBERT BURTON rode Roman Rome rose round Saxon Says the Shan Scotland Scottish Shan Van Vocht ship shout side slain smile soldier Solway Firth song Spain spake spear steed stood sword thee thou thunder tide tower town troops victory wall wild wounded
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Сторінка 220 - 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.
Сторінка 126 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Сторінка 178 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Сторінка 292 - 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.
Сторінка 127 - 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.
Сторінка 213 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 271 - 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!
Сторінка 191 - 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.
Сторінка 192 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And " Gallop," gasped Joris,
Сторінка 178 - Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The Marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him ! " The chief's eye flashed ; his plans Soared up again like fire.