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Seite 45 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Seite 190 - By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Seite 270 - THE SLAVE'S DREAM Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native land.
Seite 18 - KING Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court...
Seite 189 - 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. n. Just as perhaps he mused " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
Seite 157 - Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face — the king before the dead ! " Came I not forth, upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss? Be still, and gaze thou on, false king ! and tell me what is this ! The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they?
Seite 155 - Rise, rise! even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day! Mount thy good horse; and thou and I will meet him on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed.
Seite 156 - ... low — and wept like childhood then— Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men ! — He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown — He flung his falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow,
Seite 273 - ... majestic slowness ; at intervals we thought they were coming in a very few minutes to overwhelm us ; and small quantities of sand did actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.