Heroic Ballads, with Poems of War and PatriotismDavid Henry Montgomery Ginn, 1896 - 319 страници |
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Appius arms army banner battle battle of Otterburn beneath blood blow bonnie Dundee Boston brave Bregenz British castle Claudian Claudius Clusium Concord cried crown Curfew curule chair dark dead death Duke Earl Percy Edinburgh England English Etruria Etruscan eyes face father fell fight fire flag fleet fought French gallant galloped glory grave hand hath heard heart Henry Henry of Navarre hill Horatius Hurrah James king land Lars Porsena lictors light Lochinvar looked Lord loud maiden miles Montrose Netherby never night noble o'er Paul Revere proud ride ring river roar rode Roman Rome rose round Saxon Saxon grit Says the Shan Scotland Scottish Shan Van Vocht Sheridan ship shore shout side slain soldier song Spain spake spear stand steed stood sword thee thou thunder Tiber tide tower town troops victory wall wild wounded
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Страница 220 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 197 - 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.
Страница 272 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Страница 273 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 191 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace,— Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less- steadily Roland a whit.
Страница 208 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again — The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain.
Страница 294 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
Страница 127 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Страница 220 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Страница 271 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!