Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, 第 2 部 |
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25 30 35 40 Ah , thou hast heard the iron tread And clang of many an armoured age , And well recall'st the famous dead , Captains or counsellors brave or sage , Kings that on kings their myriads hurled , Ladies whose smile embroiled the ...
25 30 35 40 Ah , thou hast heard the iron tread And clang of many an armoured age , And well recall'st the famous dead , Captains or counsellors brave or sage , Kings that on kings their myriads hurled , Ladies whose smile embroiled the ...
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Yet , by the blow that laid thee low , Brave earl , one palm was given ; Nor less at thine than Becket's shrine Shall rise our vows to heaven ! 15 20 25 Our church and laws , your common cause , ' 40 Simon de Montfort.
Yet , by the blow that laid thee low , Brave earl , one palm was given ; Nor less at thine than Becket's shrine Shall rise our vows to heaven ! 15 20 25 Our church and laws , your common cause , ' 40 Simon de Montfort.
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45 Brave martyr'd chief ! no more our grief For thee or thine shall flow ; 50 Among the bless'd in heaven ye rest From all your toils below . But , for the few , the gallant crew , Who here in bonds remain , Christ condescend their woes ...
45 Brave martyr'd chief ! no more our grief For thee or thine shall flow ; 50 Among the bless'd in heaven ye rest From all your toils below . But , for the few , the gallant crew , Who here in bonds remain , Christ condescend their woes ...
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30 Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains , ye mourn in vain Modred , whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - topt head . On dreary Arvon's shore they ...
30 Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains , ye mourn in vain Modred , whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - topt head . On dreary Arvon's shore they ...
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And shall the audacious traitor brave The presence where our banners wave ? Still must the rebel dare our wrath ? Set on him , sweep him from our path ! ' And , at King Edward's signal , soon Dash'd from the ranks Sir Henry Boune .
And shall the audacious traitor brave The presence where our banners wave ? Still must the rebel dare our wrath ? Set on him , sweep him from our path ! ' And , at King Edward's signal , soon Dash'd from the ranks Sir Henry Boune .
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38 ページ - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
18 ページ - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture : let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot : Follow your spirit ; and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George...
52 ページ - SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
75 ページ - 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.
63 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
18 ページ - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
19 ページ - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, " To-morrow is Saint Crispian : " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
39 ページ - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
64 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass...
49 ページ - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
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| 書籍名 | Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, 第 2 部 Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, Joseph Turral |
| 編集 | M. E. Windsor, Joseph Turral |
| 出版社 | Clarendon Press, 1911 |
| 書籍の提供元 | カリフォルニア大学 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2007年12月11日 |
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