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Page 108 - Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well 45 Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade
Page 100 - Young Peterkin he cries, While little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." 3░ " It was the English," Kaspar cried, "Who put the French to rout, But what they fought each other for I could not well make out; But everybody said,
Page 106 - 11 talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he '11 reck 1 if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring Ľ And we heard the distant and random gun
Page 2 - Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow, Rushed to battle, fought, and diedŚ Dying, hurled them at the foe. 40 " Ruffians, pitiless as proud ! Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you !
Page 108 - Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell 25 Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while 30 All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke ; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Page 100 - For many thousand bodies here But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. " Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." " Why, 't was a very wicked thing !" Said little Wilhelmine. " NayŚnayŚmy little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.
Page 76 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, sir knight! ho! scatter flowers, fair maids! Ho, gunners! fire a loud salute! ho, gallants! draw your blades ! Thou sun, shine on her joyously ! ye breezes, waft her wide! Our glorious Semper Eadem /3 the banner of our pride
Page 102 - was a very wicked thing !" Said little Wilhelmine. " NayŚnayŚmy little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." "And what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he; " But't was a famous victory.
Page 103 - ROYAL GEORGE." BY WILLIAM COWPER. TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave, s Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel,