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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... mighty heart , What mightst thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! AT SEA have seen Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought . Suppose that ...
... mighty heart , What mightst thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! AT SEA have seen Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought . Suppose that ...
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... 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 now You 16 SHAKESPEARE.
... 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 now You 16 SHAKESPEARE.
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... mighty of the earth , the oppressor , The brute and boisterous force of violent men , Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power , but raging to pursue The righteous and all such as honour truth ; He all their ammunition And feats ...
... mighty of the earth , the oppressor , The brute and boisterous force of violent men , Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power , but raging to pursue The righteous and all such as honour truth ; He all their ammunition And feats ...
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... mighty fate , She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow , And seems to have renewed her charter's date Which Heaven will to the death of time allow . More great than human now and more august , New deified she from her fires does ...
... mighty fate , She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow , And seems to have renewed her charter's date Which Heaven will to the death of time allow . More great than human now and more august , New deified she from her fires does ...
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... mighty billows roll and loud tempests blow ; I've sailed with valiant Howe , I've sailed with noble Jarvis , And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out ' Yo heave ho ! ' Yet more shall ye be knowing , - I was coxon to Boscawen , And ...
... mighty billows roll and loud tempests blow ; I've sailed with valiant Howe , I've sailed with noble Jarvis , And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out ' Yo heave ho ! ' Yet more shall ye be knowing , - I was coxon to Boscawen , And ...
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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...