Heroic Ballads: With Poems of War and PatriotismDavid Henry Montgomery Ginn, 1890 - 319 Seiten |
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... falls on Mount Alvernus 3 A thunder - smitten oak . Far o'er the crashing forest 1 Deftly : : dexterously . 2 Helm helmet ( here put for head ) . 3 Mount Alver'nus : probably a poetic form of the name of some moun tain near Rome . The ...
... falls on Mount Alvernus 3 A thunder - smitten oak . Far o'er the crashing forest 1 Deftly : : dexterously . 2 Helm helmet ( here put for head ) . 3 Mount Alver'nus : probably a poetic form of the name of some moun tain near Rome . The ...
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... to designate it ; these were called standards , and it was a matter of military honor to keep them erect and not let them fall into the hands of the enemy . 2 Fitfully unsteadily . LI . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice HORATIUS . 21.
... to designate it ; these were called standards , and it was a matter of military honor to keep them erect and not let them fall into the hands of the enemy . 2 Fitfully unsteadily . LI . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice HORATIUS . 21.
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... fall ! " LIII . Back darted Spurius Lartius ; Herminius darted back : And , as they passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone ...
... fall ! " LIII . Back darted Spurius Lartius ; Herminius darted back : And , as they passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone ...
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... fall , as fall full well he may . For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray , Press where ye see my white plume shine , amidst the ranks of war , And be your oriflamme 2 to - day the helmet of Navarre . " Hurrah ! the foes are ...
... fall , as fall full well he may . For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray , Press where ye see my white plume shine , amidst the ranks of war , And be your oriflamme 2 to - day the helmet of Navarre . " Hurrah ! the foes are ...
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... fall . They are here - they rush on - we are broken - we are gone - Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast . O Lord , put forth thy might ! O Lord , defend the right ! Stand back to back , in God's name ! and fight it ...
... fall . They are here - they rush on - we are broken - we are gone - Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast . O Lord , put forth thy might ! O Lord , defend the right ! Stand back to back , in God's name ! and fight it ...
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armor arms army banner battle battle of Otterburn blood blow bonnet of bonnie bonnie Dundee Bozzaris brave Bregenz castle Church cried crown Curfew dare dark dead death died Duke Earl Douglas Earl Percy Edinburgh England English Etruria eyes face father fell fight fire flag fleet fought French gallant galloped glory grave hand hath head heard heart Henry Henry of Navarre hero hills hundred Hurrah James JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land Lars Porsena lictors light Lochinvar looked Lord loud maiden miles Montrose Netherby never night noble o'er proud ring to-night roar ROBERT BURTON rode Roman Rome rose round Says the Shan Scotland Scottish Shan Van Vocht ship shore shout side slain soldier Solway Firth song Spain spake spear steed stood sword thee thou thunder tide tower town troops victory wall wave wild wounded
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Seite 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.
Seite 126 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Seite 181 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 271 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 220 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 269 - 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!
Seite 128 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...