Poems of English HeroismArthur Compton Auchmuty Paul Welch & Company, 1882 - 152 pages |
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... once more they raise their head ! The sword was strong , and many men were slaughter'd in the fight ; But truth prevail'd , and traitors were turn'd to shameful flight ; For the Lord God of valour the perjured men with- stood , And cast ...
... once more they raise their head ! The sword was strong , and many men were slaughter'd in the fight ; But truth prevail'd , and traitors were turn'd to shameful flight ; For the Lord God of valour the perjured men with- stood , And cast ...
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... once they join in trial . Tell your nephew , The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world In praise of Henry Percy : by my hopes , This present enterprise set off his head , I do not think , a braver gentleman , More active ...
... once they join in trial . Tell your nephew , The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world In praise of Henry Percy : by my hopes , This present enterprise set off his head , I do not think , a braver gentleman , More active ...
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... Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead . In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears ENGLISHMEN IN ...
... Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead . In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears ENGLISHMEN IN ...
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... once , " This hath offended - this unworthy hand ! " So held it till it all was burn'd , before The flame had reach'd his body ; I stood near— Mark'd him he never utter'd moan of pain : He never stirr❜d or writhed , but , like a statue ...
... once , " This hath offended - this unworthy hand ! " So held it till it all was burn'd , before The flame had reach'd his body ; I stood near— Mark'd him he never utter'd moan of pain : He never stirr❜d or writhed , but , like a statue ...
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... once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clash'd from all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower peal'd loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a ...
... once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clash'd from all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower peal'd loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a ...
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Poems of English Heroism: From Brunanburh to Lucknow from Athelstan to Albert Arthur Compton Auchmuty No preview available - 2009 |
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arms arrow BALLAD battle BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH BATTLE OF LEWES Bishopp of Durham Black Prince blood bold brave brother call'd captains cheerful Copland Cranmer Crispian crown dead dear death deeds deep doth doughty Douglas Duke Earl earth English faith fame father fell fight fleet fought France French gallant glorious glory grace Hampden hand happy Harold hast hath heart heaven Henry IV HENRY OF MONMOUTH honour Hotspur hundred King Harry King Henry land light live lord Percy merry England mighty ne'er never night noble Northumberland o'er peace praise Prince of Wales Ridley round Saint Saint Crispin's day SHAKSPERE shame shatter'd ships Sir Richard Sir Richard Grenville Skiddaw smiling soldier soul Spain spirit stood storm sword Talbot tell TENNYSON thee thou art thro Tividale truth turn'd victory voice wave William the bold wind wounds
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Page 48 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game 's afoot : Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ' God for Harry, England, and Saint George !
Page 38 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise ; This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, S Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 93 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Page 38 - This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear...
Page 118 - 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.
Page 119 - 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.
Page 142 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Page 51 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 89 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
Page 67 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till...