The Children's Book of BalladsLittle, 1883 - 289 Seiten |
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... wounds , Sprang right at Astur's face . Through teeth , and skull , and helmet , So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke ...
... wounds , Sprang right at Astur's face . Through teeth , and skull , and helmet , So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke ...
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... wounds are lovelier than the rose , Or rosy lips to me . " Oh ! fairer than a field of flowers , When flowers in England grew , Would be the battle's marshalled powers , The plain of carnage new . With all its deaths before my soul The ...
... wounds are lovelier than the rose , Or rosy lips to me . " Oh ! fairer than a field of flowers , When flowers in England grew , Would be the battle's marshalled powers , The plain of carnage new . With all its deaths before my soul The ...
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... wounded , had great difficulty in making his escape . " YOUR horse is faint , my King — my Lord ! your gallant horse is sick - His limbs are torn , his breast is gored , on his eye the film is thick ; Mount , mount on mine , oh , mount ...
... wounded , had great difficulty in making his escape . " YOUR horse is faint , my King — my Lord ! your gallant horse is sick - His limbs are torn , his breast is gored , on his eye the film is thick ; Mount , mount on mine , oh , mount ...
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... wounded Douglas on the brow , Till he fell to the ground . Then he called on his little foot - page , And said " Run speedilie , And fetch my ain dear sister's son , Sir Hugh Montgomery . " " My nephew good , " the Douglas said , " What ...
... wounded Douglas on the brow , Till he fell to the ground . Then he called on his little foot - page , And said " Run speedilie , And fetch my ain dear sister's son , Sir Hugh Montgomery . " " My nephew good , " the Douglas said , " What ...
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... green - wood tree . Next day did many widows come , Their husbands to bewail ; They washed their wounds in brinish tears , But all would not prevail . CHEVY CHACE . Page 68 . Their bodies , bathed 68 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
... green - wood tree . Next day did many widows come , Their husbands to bewail ; They washed their wounds in brinish tears , But all would not prevail . CHEVY CHACE . Page 68 . Their bodies , bathed 68 CLASSIC HEROIC BALLADS .
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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.