War Songs of BritainA. Constable, 1903 - 239 Seiten |
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... fame . " Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land , Arm'd with thunder , clad with wings , Shall a wider world command . " Regions Cæsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew None invincible ...
... fame . " Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land , Arm'd with thunder , clad with wings , Shall a wider world command . " Regions Cæsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew None invincible ...
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... fame been raised . " And for myself , " quoth he , " This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . " Poitiers ...
... fame been raised . " And for myself , " quoth he , " This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . " Poitiers ...
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... this noble fray , Which fame did not delay , To England to carry ; O when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? Michael Drayton . PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU 1431 . Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 73 133.
... this noble fray , Which fame did not delay , To England to carry ; O when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? Michael Drayton . PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU 1431 . Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 73 133.
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... Fame and Honour , call Us to the field againe . No shrewish teares shall fill our eye When the sword - hilt's in our hand , - Heart whole we'll part , and no whit sighe For the fayrest of the land ! Let piping swaine , and craven wight ...
... Fame and Honour , call Us to the field againe . No shrewish teares shall fill our eye When the sword - hilt's in our hand , - Heart whole we'll part , and no whit sighe For the fayrest of the land ! Let piping swaine , and craven wight ...
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... bring with us the hero- Lo ! we bring the conquering Græme , Crowned as best beseems a victor From the altar of his fame ; THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Fresh and bleeding from the 136 The Burial-march of Dundee, W E Aytoun Killiecrankie,
... bring with us the hero- Lo ! we bring the conquering Græme , Crowned as best beseems a victor From the altar of his fame ; THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Fresh and bleeding from the 136 The Burial-march of Dundee, W E Aytoun Killiecrankie,
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Airlie banner battle BATTLE OF NASEBY blaw blood Blow the bugle bonnet of Bonny BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE Bonny Dundee brave bonny lass British grenadiers Campbells are coming captain charge cheer Cheviot Cromdale crown dark dead death deep Devon drum Earl England English fair fame fell fierce fight flew FLODDEN FIELD follow thee ford fought gallant hand hath haughs HAUGHS OF CROMDALE heard Hearts of oak heroes hills honour horse hundred pipers Johnnie Cope Kabul river Kenmure's King Charles lads Ladysmith land Lord loud Mary Ambree merry Montrose morning ne'er never night noble o-ho o'er Otterbourne ower Percy pibroch pride Riflemen form rode rose row row shout sing slain soldiers SONG sound spear squadrons steed stood storm stormy tempests blow sword There's thou thousand thread thunder trumpet twas victory wild wound
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Seite 148 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Seite 149 - My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by : They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Seite 183 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Seite 13 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Seite 75 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended ; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather!
Seite 65 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 176 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 69 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Seite 185 - ... 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!
Seite 39 - 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, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!