The Children's Book of BalladsLittle, 1883 - 289 Seiten |
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... out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucomo comes next , To taste our Roman cheer ? " But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , 2 HORATIUS . 17.
... out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucomo comes next , To taste our Roman cheer ? " But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , 2 HORATIUS . 17.
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... Naught spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus naught spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome . " O Tiber ! Father Tiber ! " " To HORATIUS . 21.
... Naught spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus naught spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome . " O Tiber ! Father Tiber ! " " To HORATIUS . 21.
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... before , and I'll lift you to your seat : Mount , Juan , for they gather fast ! I hear their coming cry ; - Mount , mount , and ride for jeopardy — I'll save you though I die ! " Stand , noble steed ! this hour of need.
... before , and I'll lift you to your seat : Mount , Juan , for they gather fast ! I hear their coming cry ; - Mount , mount , and ride for jeopardy — I'll save you though I die ! " Stand , noble steed ! this hour of need.
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Mary Wilder Tileston. " Stand , noble steed ! this hour of need - be gen- tle as a lamb : I'll kiss the foam from off thy mouth , thy master dear I am . Mount , Juan , mount : whate'er betide , away the bridle fling , And plunge the ...
Mary Wilder Tileston. " Stand , noble steed ! this hour of need - be gen- tle as a lamb : I'll kiss the foam from off thy mouth , thy master dear I am . Mount , Juan , mount : whate'er betide , away the bridle fling , And plunge the ...
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... noble lord , Wi ' the saut tear in his e'e ; He hid him in the bracken bush , That his merrie - men might not see . The moon was clear , the day drew near , The spears in flinders flew , But mony a gallant Englishman Ere day the ...
... noble lord , Wi ' the saut tear in his e'e ; He hid him in the bracken bush , That his merrie - men might not see . The moon was clear , the day drew near , The spears in flinders flew , But mony a gallant Englishman Ere day the ...
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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.