Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse : Being an Anthology of the Patriotic Poetry of the British Empire from the Defeat of the Spanish Armada Till the Death of Queen VictoriaPearson, 1901 - 363 من الصفحات |
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... BOY CLXIV . A SONG OF THE IRISH . CLXV . DEPARTED GLORY 212 213 213 CLXVI . THE CHOICE . • · 214 CLXVII . A SONG OF TRUE LOVE • 215 CLXVIII . TO ERIN . · 215 CLXIX . THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP 216 CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA ( 1790-1846 ) ...
... BOY CLXIV . A SONG OF THE IRISH . CLXV . DEPARTED GLORY 212 213 213 CLXVI . THE CHOICE . • · 214 CLXVII . A SONG OF TRUE LOVE • 215 CLXVIII . TO ERIN . · 215 CLXIX . THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP 216 CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA ( 1790-1846 ) ...
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... boys climbing ; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused ; behold the threaden sails , Borne with the invisible and creeping wind , Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea , Breasting the lofty surge : 0 ...
... boys climbing ; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused ; behold the threaden sails , Borne with the invisible and creeping wind , Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea , Breasting the lofty surge : 0 ...
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... boys , Whose shouts and claps out - voice the deep - mouth'd sea , Which like a mighty whiffler ' fore the king Seems to prepare his way : so let him land , And solemnly see him set on to London . So swift a pace hath thought that even ...
... boys , Whose shouts and claps out - voice the deep - mouth'd sea , Which like a mighty whiffler ' fore the king Seems to prepare his way : so let him land , And solemnly see him set on to London . So swift a pace hath thought that even ...
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... boys , steady , We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again . We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay , They never see us but they wish us away ; If they run , why , we follow , and run them ashore , For if they won't fight us ...
... boys , steady , We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again . We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay , They never see us but they wish us away ; If they run , why , we follow , and run them ashore , For if they won't fight us ...
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... boys , steady , We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again . David Garrick . XXIII THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to ...
... boys , steady , We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again . David Garrick . XXIII THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne battle beneath blood blow Bonnie Dundee boys brave breath breeze Britain bugles burning carries the gun Charlie cheer crown Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep earth England English eyes face fair fame farewell Felicia Hemans fight flag Flag of England flower fought frae gallant glorious glory grave green grey hame hand hath hear heard heart hearts of oak heroes Highland Highland laddie hills honour Irish island Isle John Kells Ingram Kenmure's King land light live Lochaber lonely Lord loud mighty morning mother ne'er never night o'er ocean peace permission of author Poems pride proud Robert Burns round sail Samian wine shine ships shore sing sleep soldier song sons soul sound spirit stand sweet sword tears thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou voice warriors waves weep wild William Wordsworth wind
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الصفحة 180 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
الصفحة 17 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
الصفحة 88 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! ' he said ; Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade...
الصفحة 60 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. 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!
الصفحة 47 - It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith...
الصفحة 94 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
الصفحة 211 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
الصفحة 24 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
الصفحة 14 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
الصفحة 214 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...