The Children's Book of BalladsLittle, 1883 - 289 Seiten |
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Mary Wilder Tileston. I wis , in all the Senate , There was no heart so bold , But sore it ached , and fast it beat , When that ill news was told . Forthwith up rose the Consul , Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their ...
Mary Wilder Tileston. I wis , in all the Senate , There was no heart so bold , But sore it ached , and fast it beat , When that ill news was told . Forthwith up rose the Consul , Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their ...
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... heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow . " Lie there , " he cried , " fell pirate ! No more , aghast and pale , From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark ; No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and ...
... heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow . " Lie there , " he cried , " fell pirate ! No more , aghast and pale , From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark ; No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and ...
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... hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path the dauntless Three ; And , from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood , All shrank , like boys who unaware , Ranging the woods to start a hare , Come to the ...
... hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path the dauntless Three ; And , from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood , All shrank , like boys who unaware , Ranging the woods to start a hare , Come to the ...
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... heart within , And our good Father Tiber Bare bravely up his chin . " Curse on him ! " quoth false Sextus : " Will not the villain drown ? But for this stay , ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " " Heaven help him ...
... heart within , And our good Father Tiber Bare bravely up his chin . " Curse on him ! " quoth false Sextus : " Will not the villain drown ? But for this stay , ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " " Heaven help him ...
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... hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old . And in the nights of winter , When the cold north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage ...
... hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old . And in the nights of winter , When the cold north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage ...
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arms army auld ballad banner battle bauld beneath blood blow bonnet of Bonny Bonny Dundee brave Buccleuch Clusium cried dare dark dead death deep Earl Douglas Earl Percy English fair Dodhead fause fell fight flag fought frae FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE fray gallant galloped Garci Perez glory gude Guthrum hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honor Horatius horse host Hurrah J. G. LOCKHART Jamie Telfer King Kinmont Willie land Lars Porsena Lochinvar looked Lord Scroope loud Montrose ne'er never night noble Noroway o'er Otterbourne Pibroch proud quoth ride roar rode rose round Scotland Scots Scottish SCOTTISH Border ship shout side Sir Patrick Spens SIR WALTER SCOTT slain smile soldier song spake spear steed stood stout sword ta'en thee thou thunder tide Tividale town turned wave wild winds wounded
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Seite 189 - 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 stormv winds do blow.
Seite 195 - With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 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...
Seite 215 - 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!
Seite 259 - Temple of Fame, — There with the glorious General's name, Be it said, in letters both bold and bright, " Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away !
Seite 196 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Seite 20 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And, like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream: And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
Seite 105 - Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout : ' God save our lord the king ! ' ' And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 129 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Seite 237 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Seite 74 - Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.