The World's Best Poetry: National spirit; [introductory essay] The study of poetry, by F.H. StoddardJ.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... blood of myriad provinces was drained To feed that fierce , insatiable red heart- Invulnerably bulwarked every part With serried legions and with close - meshed Code . Within , the burrowing worm had gnawed its home : A roofless ruin ...
... blood of myriad provinces was drained To feed that fierce , insatiable red heart- Invulnerably bulwarked every part With serried legions and with close - meshed Code . Within , the burrowing worm had gnawed its home : A roofless ruin ...
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... SIR A. CONAN DOYLE . THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND . WHEN mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food , It ennobled our hearts , and enriched our blood ; Our soldiers were brave , and our courtiers were good PATRIOTISM . 13.
... SIR A. CONAN DOYLE . THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND . WHEN mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food , It ennobled our hearts , and enriched our blood ; Our soldiers were brave , and our courtiers were good PATRIOTISM . 13.
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... blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of ...
... blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of ...
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The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are One . " WASHINGTON ALLSTON . HANDS ALL ROUND . FIRST drink a health , this solemn night , A health to England , every guest : That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves ...
The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are One . " WASHINGTON ALLSTON . HANDS ALL ROUND . FIRST drink a health , this solemn night , A health to England , every guest : That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves ...
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... blood ? Should war's mad blast again be blown , Permit not thou the tyrant powers To fight thy mother here alone , But let thy broadsides roar with ours . Hands all round ! God the tyrant's cause confound ! To our great kinsman of the ...
... blood ? Should war's mad blast again be blown , Permit not thou the tyrant powers To fight thy mother here alone , But let thy broadsides roar with ours . Hands all round ! God the tyrant's cause confound ! To our great kinsman of the ...
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Page 30 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Page 444 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again, — The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 151 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Page 290 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 221 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 168 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Page 148 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 285 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come, they come ! " And wild and high the
Page 280 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 291 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.