Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse : Being an Anthology of the Patriotic Poetry of the British Empire from the Defeat of the Spanish Armada Till the Death of Queen Victoria |
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... wild and wasteful ocean . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide , Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height . On , on , you noblest English , Whose blood is fet from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers that ...
... wild and wasteful ocean . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide , Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height . On , on , you noblest English , Whose blood is fet from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers that ...
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... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride he would not crush restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of power , 52 SCOTT.
... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride he would not crush restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of power , 52 SCOTT.
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... in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar , Let us think of them that sleep Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep , Elsinore ! Thomas Campbell . XLVII MEN OF ENGLAND MEN of England ! who inherit CAMPBELL 61.
... in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar , Let us think of them that sleep Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep , Elsinore ! Thomas Campbell . XLVII MEN OF ENGLAND MEN of England ! who inherit CAMPBELL 61.
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... 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 ' Camerons ' Gathering ' 68 BYRON.
... 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 ' Camerons ' Gathering ' 68 BYRON.
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... wild and high the ' Camerons ' Gathering ' rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard , and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : - How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the ...
... wild and high the ' Camerons ' Gathering ' rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard , and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : - How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the ...
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Patriotic Song: A book of English verse, being an anthology of the patriotic ... Various Limited preview - 2023 |
Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse, Being an Anthology of the Patriotic ... Arthur Stanley No preview available - 2017 |
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Algernon Charles Swinburne battle beneath blood blow Bonnie Dundee boys brave breath breeze Britain bugles burning carries the gun Charlie cheer crown Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep earth England English eyes face fair fame farewell Felicia Hemans fight flag Flag of England flower fought frae gallant glorious glory grave green grey hame hand hath hear heard heart hearts of oak heroes Highland Highland laddie hills honour Irish island Isle John Kells Ingram Kenmure's King land light live Lochaber lonely Lord loud mighty morning mother ne'er never night o'er ocean peace permission of author Poems pride proud Robert Burns round sail Samian wine shine ships shore sing sleep soldier song sons soul sound spirit stand sweet sword tears thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou voice warriors waves weep wild William Wordsworth wind
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Page 180 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Page 17 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Page 88 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! ' he said ; Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 60 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 47 - It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith...
Page 94 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 211 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Page 24 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 14 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 214 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...