The Return of the Guards: And Other Poems

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Macmillan, 1866 - 326 páginas
 

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Página 67 - Last night, among his fellow roughs, He jested, quaffed, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs, Who never looked before. To-day, beneath the foeman's frown, He stands in Elgin's place, Ambassador from Britain's crown, And type of all her race. Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught, Bewildered, and alone, A heart, with English instinct fraught, He yet can call his own. Ay, tear his body limb from limb, Bring cord, or axe, or flame: He only knows, that not through him Shall England come to shame.
Página 236 - To trample down the weak. So we made women with their children go, The oars ply back again, and yet again ; Whilst, inch by inch, the drowning ship sank low, Still under steadfast men. What follows, why recall ? The brave who died, Died without flinching in the bloody surf; They sleep as well, beneath that purple tide, As others, under turf...
Página 62 - Then flashed at once, on each fierce clan, dismay, Lord of their wild Truckee. These missed the glen to which their steps were bent, Mistook a mandate, from afar half heard, And, in that glorious error, calmly went To death, without a word. The robber-chief mused deeply Above those daring dead. ' Bring here,' at length he shouted, ' Bring quick, the battle thread.
Página 67 - Some Seiks, and a private of the Buffs, having remained behind with the grog-carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. On the next morning, they were brought before the authorities, and commanded to perform the kotou.
Página 65 - As, without sound or struggle, The stars unhurrying march, Where Allah's finger guides them, Through yonder purple arch, These Franks, sublimely silent, Without a quickened breath, Went in the strength of duty Straight to their goal of death.
Página 66 - Doomed though they be to hell, Bind fast the crimson trophy Round BOTH wrists — bind it well. Who knows but that great Allah May grudge such matchless men, With none so decked in heaven, To the fiend's flaming den?
Página 234 - RIGHT on our flank the crimson sun went down; The deep sea rolled around in dark repose ; When, like the wild shriek from some captured town, A cry of women rose. The stout ship Birkenhead lay hard and fast, Caught without hope upon a hidden rock; Her timbers thrilled as nerves, when through them passed The spirit of that shock. And ever like base cowards, who leave their ranks In danger's hour, before the rush of steel, Drifted away disorderly the planks From underneath her keel.
Página 69 - Honour calls ! — with strength like steel He put the vision by : Let dusky Indians whine and kneel ; An English lad must die ! And thus, with eyes that would not shrink, With knee to man unbent, Unfaltering on its dreadful brink To his red grave he went. — Vain, mightiest fleets of iron framed ; Vain, those all-shattering guns ; Unless proud England keep, untamed, The strong heart of her sons...
Página 63 - Allah will : But WE must keep unbroken The old rules of the Hill. Before the Ghiznee tiger Leapt forth to burn and slay; Before the holy Prophet Taught our grim tribes to pray; Before Secunder's lances Pierced through each Indian glen; The mountain laws of honour Were framed for fearless men.
Página 4 - Now — now — the second horse is past, And the keen rider of the mare, With haggard looks of feverish care, Hangs forward on the speechless air. By steady stillness nursing in The remnant of her speed to win. One other bound — one more — 'tis done ; Right up to her the horse has run. And head to head, and stride for stride, Newmarket's hope, and Yorkshire's pride. Like horses harnessed side by side. Are struggling to the goal. Ride I gallant son of Ebor, ride I For the dear honour of the north,...

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