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... plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain ! " " Now welcome to me , noble lord , Thou and thy stalwart power ; Dear is the sight of a Christian knight , Who comes in such an hour ! " Is it for bond or faith ...
... plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain ! " " Now welcome to me , noble lord , Thou and thy stalwart power ; Dear is the sight of a Christian knight , Who comes in such an hour ! " Is it for bond or faith ...
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... crew ; And Nagle's pennon flutters fair , and , pricking o'er the plain , Dashed Tuite of Sonna's mail - clad men , and Dillon's from Glen - Shane . A goodly feast the baron gave in Nagle's ancient hall TYRRELL'S PASS . 45 1135.
... crew ; And Nagle's pennon flutters fair , and , pricking o'er the plain , Dashed Tuite of Sonna's mail - clad men , and Dillon's from Glen - Shane . A goodly feast the baron gave in Nagle's ancient hall TYRRELL'S PASS . 45 1135.
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... plain ! " Then bounded to their saddles quick a thousand eager men , And on they rushed in hot pursuit to Darra's wooded glen ; But gallants bold , though fair you ride , here slacken speed you may- The chase is o'er ! -- the hunt is up ...
... plain ! " Then bounded to their saddles quick a thousand eager men , And on they rushed in hot pursuit to Darra's wooded glen ; But gallants bold , though fair you ride , here slacken speed you may- The chase is o'er ! -- the hunt is up ...
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... plain , Where we may best our lances use ! " That counsel is in vain , For down swept Tyrrell's gallant band , with shout and wild halloo , And a hundred steeds are masterless , since his first bugle blew ! From front to flank the Irish ...
... plain , Where we may best our lances use ! " That counsel is in vain , For down swept Tyrrell's gallant band , with shout and wild halloo , And a hundred steeds are masterless , since his first bugle blew ! From front to flank the Irish ...
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... plain ; and ere ye strip the slain , First give another stab to make your search secure ; Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad- pieces and lockets , The token of the wanton , the plunder of the poor . Fools ! your doublets ...
... plain ; and ere ye strip the slain , First give another stab to make your search secure ; Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad- pieces and lockets , The token of the wanton , the plunder of the poor . Fools ! your doublets ...
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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.