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Alhama arms Astur auld lang syne battle beneath blood blow bold bonnet of Bonny Bonny Dundee bows brave breath Brignall bugles captain Carlisle castle Clusium cried dark dead dear death deep drums England English Erle eyes face fair fast father fear fell fierce fight fire flag Flag of England fought frae gallant glory grave grey Gunnar hame hand hath head heard heart Heaven hill Hogni honour Horatius horse host King Kinmont Willie land Lars Porsena live looked Lord loud mast mighty morn ne'er never Niblungs night noble o'er Oxus Pibroch roar rock rose round Rustum sail Samian wine Seistan shield ship shore shout Sir Patrick Spens slain smile Sohrab song sound spake spears steed stood stormy sword tears thee thou thousand towers Twas voice wall waves weep wild wind
152 psl. - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
3 psl. - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
27 psl. - Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
181 psl. - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
45 psl. - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
35 psl. - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
22 psl. - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
35 psl. - The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.