Patriotic PoemsH. Milford, 1914 - 128 páginas |
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A. C. SWINBURNE ain countree ancient Angel Gabriel Arethusa battle blood bowmen brave bonny lass brave Lord Willoughby British Grenadiers Britons bugles blown captain courage crown Dark Rosaleen dear death deep dread drum e'er earth England English eyes fair faith fame fear field fierce fight fire flame fought freedom gallant glorious glory grave hame hand hath Hearts of oak heaven heroes honour King Know ye light LORD TENNYSON loud LOVE THOU THY Mary Ambree MERRY ENGLAND ne'er Nelson never night noble O.G.-PATRIOTIC o'er ocean PATRIOTIC pipes Plymouth Hoe praise proud reign round round shot row row row royal sail Saint Crispin's day SHAKESPEARE ship shore shot sing slain sleep smile soldiers Song soul storm stormy winds sweet sword thee thou thy land thunder W. E. HENLEY waves weep wild winds do blow worth living ye not Agincourt ΙΟ
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Página 64 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
Página 66 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say " To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Página 10 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 27 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Página 65 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth : — For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings; Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Página 99 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 42 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; ; . And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Página 108 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now...
Página 41 - Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Caesar's eagle shield.
Página 27 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!