Poems of English heroism, collected and arranged, with notes, by C.A. AuchmutyArthur Compton Auchmuty 1882 |
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... wave from Norseland ever yet Surged on us , and our battle - axes broken The Raven's wing , and dumb'd his carrion croak From the gray sea for ever . Many are gone— Drink to the dead who died for us , the living Who fought and would ...
... wave from Norseland ever yet Surged on us , and our battle - axes broken The Raven's wing , and dumb'd his carrion croak From the gray sea for ever . Many are gone— Drink to the dead who died for us , the living Who fought and would ...
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... waves , lie heaving many a mile . At sunrise she escaped their van , by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta , till the noon , had held her close in chase . Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon ...
... waves , lie heaving many a mile . At sunrise she escaped their van , by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta , till the noon , had held her close in chase . Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon ...
Side 66
Arthur Compton Auchmuty. The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves ; The rugged miners pour'd to war from Mendip's sunless caves ; O'er Longleat's towers , o'er Cranbourne's oaks , the fiery herald flew : He roused ...
Arthur Compton Auchmuty. The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves ; The rugged miners pour'd to war from Mendip's sunless caves ; O'er Longleat's towers , o'er Cranbourne's oaks , the fiery herald flew : He roused ...
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... wave like the wave that is raised by an earth- quake grew , Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags , And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot- shatter'd navy of Spain , And the little Revenge ...
... wave like the wave that is raised by an earth- quake grew , Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags , And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot- shatter'd navy of Spain , And the little Revenge ...
Side 79
... wave with wave . * * * I do not fear to follow out the truth , Albeit along the precipice's edge . * Let us speak plain : there is more force in names Than most men dream of ; and a lie may keep Its throne a whole age longer , if it ...
... wave with wave . * * * I do not fear to follow out the truth , Albeit along the precipice's edge . * Let us speak plain : there is more force in names Than most men dream of ; and a lie may keep Its throne a whole age longer , if it ...
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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...