The Battle of Hastings and Other Poems

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Simpkin, Marshall and Company, 1853 - 163 pages
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Page 129 - I've never known a fairer scene, A beauty matched with thine, sweet Dart! Thou leav'st, like some soft passing dream, An endless memory on the heart. Like gems upon the brow of Sleep The moonbeams on thy waters rest; And I could almost turn and weep, So strangely do they move my breast. * * * I would my life were like thy stream, O silent and majestic Dart!
Page 131 - O starry skies ! 0 stream below ! O moon above ! Such mingled glories round me rise, I have no words to speak my love. Across my spirit as I gaze There comes a calmer sense of life, Whose influence seems my soul to raise Above the common toil and strife. A pensive calm, an inward glow Of holy thoughts too seldom given, That seem to bless me as I go, And whisper like a voice from heaven.
Page 128 - ... that fond memorial; — the trees grew. And now entwine their arms; but ne'er again Embraced those brothers upon earth's wide plain; Nor aught of mutual joy or sorrow knew, Until their spirits mingled in the sea That to itself takes all, Eternity. William Wordsworth. Dart, the River. THE RIVER DART. THE quiet of the moonlight hour Is stealing softly o'er my heart; It has a deep yet nameless power, That language cannot all impart. I turn my steed upon the hill, The silver Dart glides on below;...
Page 130 - ... purest human breast ; That with the consciousness of sin, When Nature speaks, in vain we try To find a single thought within, To meet her matchless purity. I would my life were like thy stream, Oh ! silent and majestic Dart ! Of what wild beauties should I dream, What visions sweet would throng my heart. Eternal pleasures round my way, Would never cease to rise and shine ; And girt with beauty, day by day, Oh ! what a matchless course were mine ! I linger still, and still I gaze, And deeper grows...
Page 128 - I've often marked this scene before, When field and hill and moorland gray One aspect broad of beauty wore. I've seen the hills' majestic sweep Reflected from the waters clear, But never felt a charm so deep As this which now enchains me here. That makes it more with beauty fraught, And dearer than it erst has been. There's such a silence o'er the hills, Such softness o'er the stream below, My heart with so much rapture fills, I pause, and cannot turn to go. I've never known a fairer scene, A beauty...
Page 27 - ... Duke's good broadsword shines ; And at his word the leaders, Went thundering down the lines. Fast came the Norman squadrons, On war-steeds prancing wild, But fast the Saxon met their charge, And sternly on them smiled. Now darker grew the battle, The Saxon smiled no more, But, limb to limb, with visage grim, Struck out 'mid dust and gore. The deadly axe descended, The lance was thrown aside ; And many a warlike visage With spouting blood was dyed. And madly reared the horses, And snorted loud...
Page 20 - UP sprang the sun in glory, Across the burning sky ; And straight the broad bright world awoke Beneath his regnant eye. And fast the mists of morning Before his steps were driven, As flashing far, his golden wheels Rolled up the hill of heaven. And when the clouds had risen From stream, and wold, and wood, Far glittering in the light of day, The two great armies stood. Beneath the Koyal banner, The London Burghers stand ; And closely round are pressing, The noblest of the land.
Page 29 - Forth to the fight sprang William, With eye of fury's fire, His helm was gone, his head was bare, His cheek was white with ire. His steed sprang like a lion Forth from its forest lair, The yellow foam was on his flank His bloody eyeball bare. " Back ! back ! ye trembling cowards, Back, cravens, back or die ; Blood of St. Denis, have I lived To see a Norman fly ? " And by yon holy banner, He'll find fit cause for fear, Who dares while this good broadsword waves, To play the coward here...
Page 43 - E'er saw the morn again ! Yet worse their fate who still lived on, A broken, scattered band, While the proud Norman sat enthroned, The conqueror of the land. ESCAPE OF MARGARET OF SCOTLAND AFTER HASTINGS (1066) A BALLAD To Malcolm's court came Saxon lords From Hastings' fatal field ; With manly scars from Norman swords, And wounded hearts unhealed.
Page 33 - Now had the fight been raging For six long hours and more ; And every hour the slaughter Grew deadlier than before ; When on a rising hillock, Hard by the Norman right, Duke William drew his charger's rein And gazed far o'er the fight. " A blight upon these Saxons," With baffled rage he cried ; " Not all the fiercest ranks of hell Could quell their stubborn pride. " I swear by this good broadsword, I'd forfeit half my right, To see that tinselled banner Torn down from yonder height.

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