The Children's Book of BalladsLittle, 1883 - 289 Seiten |
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... thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day , For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath his eye 4 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
... thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day , For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath his eye 4 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
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... thousand May well be stopped by three . Now who will stand on either hand , And keep the bridge with me ? ” Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he : " Lo , I will stand at thy right hand , And keep the bridge with thee ...
... thousand May well be stopped by three . Now who will stand on either hand , And keep the bridge with me ? ” Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he : " Lo , I will stand at thy right hand , And keep the bridge with thee ...
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... thousand foes before , And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face . " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning ...
... thousand foes before , And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face . " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning ...
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... ne'er saw that harper more , For , soon as morning rose , Upon their camp King Alfred bore , And slew ten thousand foes . JOHN STERLING . GARCI PEREZ DE VARGAS . ABOUT 1248 . KING FERDINAND 36 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
... ne'er saw that harper more , For , soon as morning rose , Upon their camp King Alfred bore , And slew ten thousand foes . JOHN STERLING . GARCI PEREZ DE VARGAS . ABOUT 1248 . KING FERDINAND 36 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
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... thousand times , Ere they were clad in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scotland's king did reign , That brave Earl Douglas suddenly Was with an arrow slain : " O heavy news , " King James did say , " Scotland can ...
... thousand times , Ere they were clad in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scotland's king did reign , That brave Earl Douglas suddenly Was with an arrow slain : " O heavy news , " King James did say , " Scotland can ...
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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.