The Tale of Danish Heroism. [With Maps.]
Om den dansk-tyske krig i 1864 - set med engelske °jne. J.E.H.Skinner var udsendt til Danmark som krigskorrespondent for "Daily News" og skriver her om krigen ud fra de oplevelser og indtryk han havde.
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Allies Alssund amongst April 18th artillery attack Augustenborg Austria battalions battle bombardment bridges Broager Broagerland brought cannon captured cheerful Christian IX Church Battery command Copenhagen crowded Danes danger Danish Army Danish soldiers Dannebrog Dannevirke defence Denmark Dybbbl Hill Dybbbl village enemy enemy's English everything February fight fire Fjord flag Flensborg forward Fredericia Frederik VII friends Fyen gallant garrison Gerlach German guard guns Hbrup Hav heard Herr Holstein horses Horup hospital hurrah infantry Jutland Kegenoes King Christian Kolding Kolding Fjord land Lauenburg Little Belt looked March Marshal Wrangel ment Meza military morning night officers passed Prince Frederick Charles prisoners Prussian redoubts regiment retreat returned rifles Rigsraad road Rolf Krake round Sbnderborg seen sentries shells ships shore side siege skirmish Slesvig snow Sound steamer Steinmann stood streets strong tappre Landsoldat tete-de-pont thought town Treaty troops Ulkebbl Vemmingbund waggons walked whilst windmill wounded
Page 156 - Is it, 0 man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies? Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts.
Page 209 - Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ; — But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
Page 168 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Page 59 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Page 67 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 192 - Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud, The trampling, and the hum. And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears, Far to left and far to right, In broken gleams of dark-blue light, The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears.
Page 138 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neighed, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 248 - Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
Page 222 - Bid the clansmen hold together, Fast and fell, and firm as steel ! Elcho, never look so gloomy ! What avails a saddened brow? Heart, man, heart! We need it sorely, Never half so much as now. Had we but a thousand troopers, Had we but a thousand more — Noble Perth, I hear them coming! Hark, the English cannons