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 Victoria ...Arnold, 1903 - 363 من الصفحات |
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... FLAG OF ENGLAND CXVI . RECESSIONAL . LAUCHLAN MACLEAN WATT ( b . 1867 ) . CXVII . THE GREY MOTHER . 141 · 143 . 143 144 147 147 · 149 150 GEORGE FREDERIC STEWART BOWLES ( b . 1877 ) . CXVIII . THE SONG OF THE SNOTTIES 150 154 155 157 II ...
... FLAG OF ENGLAND CXVI . RECESSIONAL . LAUCHLAN MACLEAN WATT ( b . 1867 ) . CXVII . THE GREY MOTHER . 141 · 143 . 143 144 147 147 · 149 150 GEORGE FREDERIC STEWART BOWLES ( b . 1877 ) . CXVIII . THE SONG OF THE SNOTTIES 150 154 155 157 II ...
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... flag which to my heart I held , when wet With that heart's blood , was soon victoriously Regain'd on that great day . In former times , Marlborough beheld it borne at Ramilies ; For Brunswick and for liberty it waved Triumphant at ...
... flag which to my heart I held , when wet With that heart's blood , was soon victoriously Regain'd on that great day . In former times , Marlborough beheld it borne at Ramilies ; For Brunswick and for liberty it waved Triumphant at ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... flag Proud to the mast he nails ; Tyrants and conquerors bow your heads , For there your terror sails . I saw fierce Prussia's chargers stand , Her children's sharp swords out ; — Proud Austria's bright spurs streaming red When rose the ...
... flag Proud to the mast he nails ; Tyrants and conquerors bow your heads , For there your terror sails . I saw fierce Prussia's chargers stand , Her children's sharp swords out ; — Proud Austria's bright spurs streaming red When rose the ...
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... flag flies free ; Kings of the earth , come and behold How Britain reigns on sea ! When on your necks the armèd foot Of fierce Napoleon trod , And all was his , save the wide sea , Where we triumphant rode , He launched his terror and ...
... flag flies free ; Kings of the earth , come and behold How Britain reigns on sea ! When on your necks the armèd foot Of fierce Napoleon trod , And all was his , save the wide sea , Where we triumphant rode , He launched his terror and ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne battle beneath blood blow Bonnie Dundee boys brave breath breeze bright Britain bugles blown burning captain carries the gun Charlie cheer crown dark Dark Rosaleen dear death deep earth England English eyes face fair fame Felicia Hemans fight flag Flag of England Francis Turner Palgrave gallant glorious glory grave green grey guard hame hand harp hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heroes hills honour island Isle Kenmure's King land light live Lord mighty morn mother ne'er never night o'er ocean peace Plymouth Hoe Poems pride proud Queen Richard Chenevix Trench Robert Burns Rosaleen round round shot sail Samian wine shine ship shore sing sleep snotties soldier song sons soul sound spirit stand star storm sweet sword tears thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou thunder towers voice warrior waves weep wild wind
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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 46 - Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.
الصفحة 15 - God of battles ! steel my soldiers' hearts! Possess them not with fear ; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them ! — Not to-day, O Lord, O not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown...
الصفحة 5 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
الصفحة 67 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells : In native swords and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad. !$•' Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade...
الصفحة 83 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; 142 The Epic 143 " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
الصفحة 67 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise— we come, we come ! " 'Tis but the living who are dumb.