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... Moscow THE LORD OF BUTRAGO • THE BROADSWORDS OF SCOTLAND BALAKLAVA THE LAST BUCCANIER LOCK THE DOOR , LARISTON OFFICERS DID IT ALL MONTEREY • MACGREGORS GATHERING BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD · 99 100 102 104 105 107 • 109 111 114 119 124 126 ...
... Moscow THE LORD OF BUTRAGO • THE BROADSWORDS OF SCOTLAND BALAKLAVA THE LAST BUCCANIER LOCK THE DOOR , LARISTON OFFICERS DID IT ALL MONTEREY • MACGREGORS GATHERING BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD · 99 100 102 104 105 107 • 109 111 114 119 124 126 ...
الصفحة 98
... Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly , And all be mine beneath the Polar sky . " The march begins in military state , And nations on his eye suspended wait . Stern Famine guards the solitary coast , And Winter barricades the realms ...
... Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly , And all be mine beneath the Polar sky . " The march begins in military state , And nations on his eye suspended wait . Stern Famine guards the solitary coast , And Winter barricades the realms ...
الصفحة 170
... MOSCOW . ROBERT SOUTHEY . The Emperor Nap he would set out For a summer excursion to Moscow ; The fields were green and the sky was blue ; Morbleu ! Parbleu ! What a pleasant excursion to Moscow ! Four hundred thousand men and more ...
... MOSCOW . ROBERT SOUTHEY . The Emperor Nap he would set out For a summer excursion to Moscow ; The fields were green and the sky was blue ; Morbleu ! Parbleu ! What a pleasant excursion to Moscow ! Four hundred thousand men and more ...
الصفحة 171
... Moscow ! Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky , General Rapp and Emperor Nap , Nothing would do , While the fields were so green and the sky so blue , Morbleu ! Parbleu ! But they must be marched to Moscow . But the Russians they stoutly turned ...
... Moscow ! Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky , General Rapp and Emperor Nap , Nothing would do , While the fields were so green and the sky so blue , Morbleu ! Parbleu ! But they must be marched to Moscow . But the Russians they stoutly turned ...
الصفحة 173
... Moscow ! And then came on the frost and snow , All on the road from Moscow ! The Emperor Nap found , as he went , That he was not quite omnipotent ; And worse and worse the weather grew , The fields were so white and the sky so blue ...
... Moscow ! And then came on the frost and snow , All on the road from Moscow ! The Emperor Nap found , as he went , That he was not quite omnipotent ; And worse and worse the weather grew , The fields were so white and the sky so blue ...
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arms Avès Balaklava banner battle battle's bloody marge beneath Bingen blood blue bonnet of Bonny Bonny Dundee bound brave breath broadswords of old Cannon charge cold Color-Ser cried cuirassier Danny Deever darkness dead death dread dream dying fear fell fierce fight fire flame flash flew forest gallant galloped geant gleam glory grave gray Grigalach guns haloo hand hangin hear heard heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hiawatha hill horse hurrah JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART King land Laughing light limbs look lord Marmion mighty Minnehaha Morbleu morning Moscow mount night o'er Old North Church old Scotland onward Parbleu Paul Revere proud ride roar ROBERT SOUTHEY rode rolled rose round rush sabre screw-guns Sheridan shout sight SILVER-SHOE SIR WALTER SCOTT six hundred soldier soul spur steed stood storm tell There's THOMAS CAMPBELL thunder Twas wave wild wind wounded
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الصفحة 133 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
الصفحة 105 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
الصفحة 68 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!
الصفحة 55 - Up from the south at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble and rumble and roar Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
الصفحة 100 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
الصفحة 66 - It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows blank and bare Gaze at him with a spectral glare As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
الصفحة 67 - You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball. From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
الصفحة 63 - Good night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay. Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
الصفحة 192 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
الصفحة 27 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.