The Tripled Crown: A Book of English, Scotch and Irish VerseH. Frowde, 1908 - 304 strán (strany) |
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auld lang syne battle bell beneath blood blow Bowmont Water brave bright bugles blown Camelot CHARLES KINGSLEY clouds County Guy cried Cusha dare dark dawn dead dear death deep doth dying earth echoes England EXECUTION OF MONTROSE eyes fair fight flowers gallant glen glory grave green grey hand Hark hath hear heard heart Heaven HENRY NEWBOLT hills honour horse Inchcape Rock King Lady of Shalott land light Loch na Garr Lochinvar looked LORD TENNYSON Lorraine loud moon mountain ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pibroch play pride Ring roar rode round sail Samian wine Says the Shan Scotland SCOTS Shan van vocht shore shout sing SIR PATRICK SPENS SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep song soul sound stormy stream sweet sword thee thine thou thunder tower uppe Verse voice waves weep wild wind young Lochinvar
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Strana 46 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun: 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 'twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; 'Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he, 'It was a famous victory.
Strana 25 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Strana 39 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Strana 227 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Strana 242 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strana 226 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Strana 256 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strana 114 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Strana 283 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Strana 29 - 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, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.