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... fought beside the Bruce Should fight this day for me ! " Take thou the leading of the van , And charge the Moors amain ; There is not such a lance as thine In all the host of Spain ! " The Douglas turned towards us then , O , but his ...
... fought beside the Bruce Should fight this day for me ! " Take thou the leading of the van , And charge the Moors amain ; There is not such a lance as thine In all the host of Spain ! " The Douglas turned towards us then , O , but his ...
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... fought so well ? " " O , ride ye on , Lord King ! " he said , " And leave the dead to me , For I must keep the dreariest watch That ever I shall dree ! " There lies , above his master's heart , The Douglas , stark and grim ; And woe is ...
... fought so well ? " " O , ride ye on , Lord King ! " he said , " And leave the dead to me , For I must keep the dreariest watch That ever I shall dree ! " There lies , above his master's heart , The Douglas , stark and grim ; And woe is ...
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... fought so well for Spain ; I'd rather half my land were gone , So thou wert here again ! " We bore the good Lord James away , And the priceless heart we bore , And heavily we steered our ship Towards the Scottish shore . No welcome ...
... fought so well for Spain ; I'd rather half my land were gone , So thou wert here again ! " We bore the good Lord James away , And the priceless heart we bore , And heavily we steered our ship Towards the Scottish shore . No welcome ...
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... Fought was this noble fray , Which fame did not delay To England to carry : Oh , when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? MICHAEL DRAYTON . LOCHINVAR . O , young Lochinvar is come out ...
... Fought was this noble fray , Which fame did not delay To England to carry : Oh , when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? MICHAEL DRAYTON . LOCHINVAR . O , young Lochinvar is come out ...
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... fought my fight , I have lived my life , I have drunk my share of wine ; From Trier to Cöln there was never a knight Led a merrier life than mine . I have lived by the saddle for years two score , And if I must die on a tree , Then the ...
... fought my fight , I have lived my life , I have drunk my share of wine ; From Trier to Cöln there was never a knight Led a merrier life than mine . I have lived by the saddle for years two score , And if I must die on a tree , Then the ...
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Page 18 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Page 35 - And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride, "We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! We have won great glory, my men!
Page 89 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 72 - On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade, — By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town And the moonlight flowing over all.
Page 118 - The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished age hath flown, The story how ye fell; Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor Time's remorseless doom.
Page 46 - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Page 71 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 10 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 74 - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.