Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for BoysC. Scribner's Sons, 1891 - 364 psl. |
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... CAPTAINS GEORGE MEREDITH ( b . 1828 ) . CXII . THE HEAD OF BRAN . PAGE · 284 • 285 290 WILLIAM MORRIS ( b . 1834 ) . CXIII . THE SLAYING OF THE NIBLUNGS Hogni 293 Gunnar 297 Gudrun The Sons of Giuki ALFRED AUSTIN ( b . 1835 ) . CXIV ...
... CAPTAINS GEORGE MEREDITH ( b . 1828 ) . CXII . THE HEAD OF BRAN . PAGE · 284 • 285 290 WILLIAM MORRIS ( b . 1834 ) . CXIII . THE SLAYING OF THE NIBLUNGS Hogni 293 Gunnar 297 Gudrun The Sons of Giuki ALFRED AUSTIN ( b . 1835 ) . CXIV ...
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... captain of this ruined band Walking from watch to watch , from tent to tent , Let him cry ' Praise and glory on his head ! ' For forth he goes and visits all his host , Bids them good - morrow with a modest smile , And calls them ...
... captain of this ruined band Walking from watch to watch , from tent to tent , Let him cry ' Praise and glory on his head ! ' For forth he goes and visits all his host , Bids them good - morrow with a modest smile , And calls them ...
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... CAPTAIN , or Colonel , or Knight in Arms , Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize , If deed of honour did thee ever please , Guard them , and him within protect from harms . He can requite thee ; for he knows the charms That ...
... CAPTAIN , or Colonel , or Knight in Arms , Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize , If deed of honour did thee ever please , Guard them , and him within protect from harms . He can requite thee ; for he knows the charms That ...
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... Captain , all unmoved The shock he firmly stood . His host he parted had in three , As leader ware and try'd , And soon his spearmen on their foes Bare down on every side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound ...
... Captain , all unmoved The shock he firmly stood . His host he parted had in three , As leader ware and try'd , And soon his spearmen on their foes Bare down on every side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound ...
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... LORD WILLOUGHBY THE fifteenth day of July , With glistering spear and shield , A famous fight in Flanders Was foughten in the field : The most conspicuous officers Were English captains three , But 60 BALLADS BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.
... LORD WILLOUGHBY THE fifteenth day of July , With glistering spear and shield , A famous fight in Flanders Was foughten in the field : The most conspicuous officers Were English captains three , But 60 BALLADS BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.
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Alhama Arethusa arms Atli's auld lang syne Avès ballad battle behold beneath blood blow bold Bonny Dundee bowed brave breath bright burn captain Carlisle castle Clusium Colonel's cried dark dead death deck deep doth drum England English Erle eyes face fair father fear fell fierce fight fire flag Flag of England fought gallant glory grave grey Gunnar hame hand hath head heard heart heaven Hervé Riel hill Hogni honour horse host hundred Kamal King Kinmont Willie land Lars Porsena live looked Lord Willoughby loud Lycidas mighty never Niblungs night noble numbers o'er Oxus printed roar rock rose round Ruksh Rustum sail Samian wine Seistan shield ship shore shout Sir Patrick Spens slain smile Sohrab song soul sound spake spear stood sweet sword tears thee thou Twas verse voice waves wind
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32 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
28 psl. - 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...
1 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.
43 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!
20 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.
33 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.
351 psl. - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
176 psl. - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, In still yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
171 psl. - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
20 psl. - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.