 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 186 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. ' HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD.' OME they brought her warrior dead : She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd... | |
 | Henry Kingsley - 1872 - 268 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands. One moment while the trumpets blo\v, He sees his brood about thy knee, The next like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for them and thee.' I don't like the Landwehr at all, and I have seen a good deal of them in Lorraine.... | |
 | Robert Ferrier Burns - 1872 - 494 стор.
...crying in the night, And with no language but a cry." Yet had he full sympathy with the sentiment — " I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow most, 'Twere better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." By the empty crib, in the darkened... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - 588 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands. A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about my knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. TENNYSON. HOME. Two birds within one nest, Two hearts in one breast, Two spirits in one fair Firm league of love... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - 350 стор.
...his hands : A moment. while the trnmpets hlow, He sees his hrood ahont thy knee ; The next, like lire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang: we thonght her half-poesess'd, She strnck snch warhling fnry thro' the words; And, after,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands: A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. TENNYSON. MURAT. TnEBE, where death's brief pang was quickest. And the battle's wreck lay thickest, Strewed beneath... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands: A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. MURAT. TENNYSON. THERE, where death's brief pang was quickest, And the battle's wreck lay thickest,... | |
 | Oliver Optic - 1875 - 970 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands. A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. 36. i. Wasp. 2. Fly. 3. Bee. 4. Gnat. 5. Muskcto. 6. Ant. Thus : first line, 'Tivas ^*ast, &c. Second... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 292 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her half-possess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro' the words ; And,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 стор.
...gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her halfShe struck such warbling fury thro' the words ; And, after, feigning... | |
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Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe,... 
