Poems of English heroism, collected and arranged, with notes, by C.A. AuchmutyArthur Compton Auchmuty 1882 |
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Side 40
... wounds of my intemperance : If not , the end of life cancels all bands ; And I will die a hundred thousand deaths , Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow . SHAKSPERE , I Henry IV . , Act iii . Sc . 2 . XIII . THE TWO HARRYS ...
... wounds of my intemperance : If not , the end of life cancels all bands ; And I will die a hundred thousand deaths , Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow . SHAKSPERE , I Henry IV . , Act iii . Sc . 2 . XIII . THE TWO HARRYS ...
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... wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life , and life time's fool ; And time , that takes survey of all the world , Must have a stop . O ! I could prophesy , But that the earthy and cold hand of ...
... wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life , and life time's fool ; And time , that takes survey of all the world , Must have a stop . O ! I could prophesy , But that the earthy and cold hand of ...
Side 51
... wounds I had on Crispin's day . " Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot , But he'll remember with advantages " " What feats he did that day : then shall our names , Familiar in his mouth as household words , - Harry the King ...
... wounds I had on Crispin's day . " Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot , But he'll remember with advantages " " What feats he did that day : then shall our names , Familiar in his mouth as household words , - Harry the King ...
Side 56
... wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloster , that Duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood With his brave brother ; Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but ...
... wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloster , that Duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood With his brave brother ; Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but ...
Side 73
... wound to be drest he had left the deck , But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead , And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head , And he said " Fight on ! fight on ! " XI . And the night went down , and ...
... wound to be drest he had left the deck , But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead , And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head , And he said " Fight on ! fight on ! " XI . And the night went down , and ...
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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...