Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for BoysC. Scribner's Sons, 1891 - 364 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... , Under our swords they fell ; No less our skill is . Than when our grandsire great , Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . ' The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led DRAYTON 7.
... , Under our swords they fell ; No less our skill is . Than when our grandsire great , Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . ' The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led DRAYTON 7.
الصفحة 61
... out most furiously , Not doubting to prevail : The wounded men on both sides fell Most piteous for to see , But nothing could the courage quell Of brave Lord Willoughby . For seven hours to all men's view This fight endurèd BALLADS 61.
... out most furiously , Not doubting to prevail : The wounded men on both sides fell Most piteous for to see , But nothing could the courage quell Of brave Lord Willoughby . For seven hours to all men's view This fight endurèd BALLADS 61.
الصفحة 62
... the stout behaviour Of brave Lord Willoughby . Then quoth the Spanish general , ' Come , let us march away , I fear we shall be spoiled all If that we longer stay : For yonder comes Lord Willoughby With courage fierce and fell 62 BALLADS.
... the stout behaviour Of brave Lord Willoughby . Then quoth the Spanish general , ' Come , let us march away , I fear we shall be spoiled all If that we longer stay : For yonder comes Lord Willoughby With courage fierce and fell 62 BALLADS.
الصفحة 63
... fell , He will not give one inch of ground For all the devils in hell . ' And when the fearful enemy Was quickly put to flight , Our men pursued courageously To rout his forces quite ; And at last they gave a shout Which echoed through ...
... fell , He will not give one inch of ground For all the devils in hell . ' And when the fearful enemy Was quickly put to flight , Our men pursued courageously To rout his forces quite ; And at last they gave a shout Which echoed through ...
الصفحة 82
... sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown , he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to 82 GRAY.
... sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown , he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to 82 GRAY.
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Alhama Arethusa arms auld auld lang syne ballad battle beneath blood blow bold Bonny Dundee bows brave breath Brignall burning captain Carlisle castle Clusium cried dark dead dear death deep drum England English Erle eyes face fair father fear fell fierce fight fire flag Flag of England fought gallant glory grave grey Gunnar hame hand hath head heard heart heaven hill Hogni honour Horatius horse host hundred King Kinmont Willie land Lars Porsena live looked Lord Willoughby loud Lycidas mighty morn ne'er never Niblungs night noble numbers o'er Oxus roar rock rose round Rustum sail Samian wine Seistan shield ship shore shout sing Sir Patrick Spens slain smile Sohrab song soul sound spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword tears thee thou tower Twas voice waves weep wild wind
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 150 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 28 - 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 43 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
الصفحة 178 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free 1 The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home...
الصفحة 32 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
الصفحة 20 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
الصفحة 33 - The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
الصفحة 351 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
الصفحة 84 - The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice as of the cherub-choir Gales from blooming Eden bear, And distant warblings lessen on my ear That lost in long futurity expire.
الصفحة 176 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, In still yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.