Poems of English heroism, collected and arranged, with notes, by C.A. AuchmutyArthur Compton Auchmuty 1882 |
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Side 16
... fought with Knut , or Knut who coming Dane Died English . Every man about his king Fought like a king ; the king like his own man , No better ; one for all , and all for one , One soul ! and therefore have we shatter'd back The hugest ...
... fought with Knut , or Knut who coming Dane Died English . Every man about his king Fought like a king ; the king like his own man , No better ; one for all , and all for one , One soul ! and therefore have we shatter'd back The hugest ...
Side 17
... fought for us , And that the false Northumbrian held aloof , And save for that chance arrow which the Saints Sharpen'd and sent against him — who can tell ? — Three horses had I slain beneath me : twice I thought that all was lost ...
... fought for us , And that the false Northumbrian held aloof , And save for that chance arrow which the Saints Sharpen'd and sent against him — who can tell ? — Three horses had I slain beneath me : twice I thought that all was lost ...
Side 26
... fought all against the right . " but now the Prince of merry England worthilye under his Sheelde hath taken the King of ffrance at Poytiers in the ffeelde . the Prince did present his father with that feod , the lovely King off ffrance ...
... fought all against the right . " but now the Prince of merry England worthilye under his Sheelde hath taken the King of ffrance at Poytiers in the ffeelde . the Prince did present his father with that feod , the lovely King off ffrance ...
Side 36
... fought on his knee . There was slain with the doughty Douglas Sir Hugh the Mongon - byrry , Sir Davy Lwdale , that worthy was , — His sister's son was he : Sir Charles a Murray , in that place , That never a foot would flee ; Sir Hugh ...
... fought on his knee . There was slain with the doughty Douglas Sir Hugh the Mongon - byrry , Sir Davy Lwdale , that worthy was , — His sister's son was he : Sir Charles a Murray , in that place , That never a foot would flee ; Sir Hugh ...
Side 48
... fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . 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 ...
... fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . 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 ...
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Poems of English Heroism, Collected and Arranged, with Notes, by C.A. Auchmuty Arthur Compton Auchmuty Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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arms ballad banner of England battle BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH BATTLE OF LEWES Black Prince blood bold brave Brihtnoth broke Cannon cheerful Cheviat crown dead death deeds deep died doth doughty Douglas Duke Earl earth England blew English fame father fell fierce fight fleet fought France French glorious glory grace Hampden hand Harry hath heart heaven Henry IV HENRY OF MONMOUTH honour Hotspur Howard John Hampden King Harold King Henry land Light Brigade lord Percy merry England mighty mourning never night noble Northumberland o'er peace praise Ridley Rode roof our banner round Saint Crispin's day SHAKSPERE shame shatter'd ships Simon de Montfort Sir Richard slain soldier soul spirit stood storm stormy winds sword Talbot TENNYSON thee thou art thro Tividale topmost roof Tostig turn'd victory voice Warmen wave WILLIAM WILBERFORCE winds do blow wounds
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Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 103 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ' The last great Englishman is low.
Side 39 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds. That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Side 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 ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now...
Side 100 - Still thou turnedst, and still Beckonedst the trembler, and still Gavest the weary thy hand. If, in the paths of the world, Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing — to us thou wast still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm! Therefore to thee it was given Many to save with thyself; And, at the end of thy day, O faithful shepherd! to come, Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
Side 71 - Four galleons drew away From the Spanish fleet that day, And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them all. But anon the great San Philip...