Poems of English HeroismArthur Compton Auchmuty Paul Welch & Company, 1882 - 152 pages |
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... Earl against Churl : Either for other Evil was thinking . There flew a dart then Shot from the seamen's side ; Therewith was wounded The lord of warriors . Then with shield thrusting Knapp'd 12 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
... Earl against Churl : Either for other Evil was thinking . There flew a dart then Shot from the seamen's side ; Therewith was wounded The lord of warriors . Then with shield thrusting Knapp'd 12 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
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... side stood A stripling , a boy - knight , — Deftly he drew out The dart with the blood on it , - Bairn of the bridge - warder , Wulfstan's young Wulfmaer . XIV . Soft one stole to the spoil of the wounded : Lusted his heart for the ...
... side stood A stripling , a boy - knight , — Deftly he drew out The dart with the blood on it , - Bairn of the bridge - warder , Wulfstan's young Wulfmaer . XIV . Soft one stole to the spoil of the wounded : Lusted his heart for the ...
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... good . By sword without and fear within the one side was opprest ; The other by the favouring grace of Heaven was at rest . Earl Simon's faith and faithfulness all England's peace secure ; ( 19 ) SIMON DE MONTFORT BATTLE OF LEWES.
... good . By sword without and fear within the one side was opprest ; The other by the favouring grace of Heaven was at rest . Earl Simon's faith and faithfulness all England's peace secure ; ( 19 ) SIMON DE MONTFORT BATTLE OF LEWES.
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... side & light beside his steede , and leaned him down on his sword hilt , to let his nose bleede . there followed him a yeoman of merry England , his name was John of Coplande ; " yield thee Traytor ! " cries Coplande then , " thy liffe ...
... side & light beside his steede , and leaned him down on his sword hilt , to let his nose bleede . there followed him a yeoman of merry England , his name was John of Coplande ; " yield thee Traytor ! " cries Coplande then , " thy liffe ...
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... there lay . They blew a mort upon the bent , They ' sembled on sides sheer ; To the quarry then the Percy went , To see the brittling of the deer . He said , " It was the Douglas ' promise 28 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
... there lay . They blew a mort upon the bent , They ' sembled on sides sheer ; To the quarry then the Percy went , To see the brittling of the deer . He said , " It was the Douglas ' promise 28 POEMS OF ENGLISH HEROISM .
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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...