 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 страници
...' To our King.'— VI. Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose, As...sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away.— VII. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, While... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 страници
...That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose ; 31 As death withdrew his shades from the day. While the...sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away — VII. Now joy, old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, While... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 страници
...To our King."— . Then Denmark bless'd our Chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose. As...the day, While the sun look'd smiling bright, O'er a veil'd and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away.— Now joy, Old England, raise,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страници
...meet To our king.' — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose; As...smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the h'res of fun'ral light Died away. — Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 388 страници
...submission meet To our king. Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people, wildly rose, As...While the sun look'd smiling bright, O'er a wide and woful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 страници
...submission meet To our king. Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people, wildly rose, As...While the sun look'd smiling bright, O'er a wide and woful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 страници
...meet ' To our King.' — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose, As death...sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. VII. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, While... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 страници
...— Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And Ihe sounds of jny and {jrief From her people wildly rose, As death withdrew his shades from the day. \\ In!-' the 4i ri look'd smiling bricht O'er a wide and worful si|;ht. Where the (ires of fun'ral... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 страници
...meet To our King." — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose, As death...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 страници
...chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose, A» death withdrew his shades from the day. While the...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal... | |
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Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king. 
