Heroic Ballads: With Poems of War and PatriotismDavid Henry Montgomery Ginn, 1890 - 319 Seiten |
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... o'er , Traced from the right on linen white 2 By mighty seers of yore . X. And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given ; " Go forth , go forth , Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and return in glory To ...
... o'er , Traced from the right on linen white 2 By mighty seers of yore . X. And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given ; " Go forth , go forth , Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and return in glory To ...
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... O'er the pale waves of Nar.9 XXXVII . Stout Lartius hurled down Aunus Into the stream beneath ; Herminius struck at Seius , And clove him to the teeth : At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust ; And the proud Umbrian's gilded ...
... O'er the pale waves of Nar.9 XXXVII . Stout Lartius hurled down Aunus Into the stream beneath ; Herminius struck at Seius , And clove him to the teeth : At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust ; And the proud Umbrian's gilded ...
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... 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 giant arms lie spread ; And the paie augurs HORATIUS . 19.
... 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 giant arms lie spread ; And the paie augurs HORATIUS . 19.
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... o'er her panniers 5 the market - girl was singing , And blithely young Virginia came smiling from her home : Ah ! woe for young Virginia , the sweetest maid in Rome ! With her small tablets in her hand , and her satchel on her arm , 1 ...
... o'er her panniers 5 the market - girl was singing , And blithely young Virginia came smiling from her home : Ah ! woe for young Virginia , the sweetest maid in Rome ! With her small tablets in her hand , and her satchel on her arm , 1 ...
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... o'er . We strove for honors - ' twas in vain : for freedom- ' tis no more . No crier to the polling 2 summons the eager throng ; No Tribune breathes the word of might that guards the weak from wrong . Our very hearts , that were so high ...
... o'er . We strove for honors - ' twas in vain : for freedom- ' tis no more . No crier to the polling 2 summons the eager throng ; No Tribune breathes the word of might that guards the weak from wrong . Our very hearts , that were so high ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...