Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, 第 2 部Clarendon Press, 1911 |
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... light O'er Chivalry's departed sun ? Knew'st thou the virtue , sweetness , lore , Whose nobly hapless name was More ? The roystering prince , that afterward Belied his madcap youth , and proved A greatly simple warrior lord Such as our ...
... light O'er Chivalry's departed sun ? Knew'st thou the virtue , sweetness , lore , Whose nobly hapless name was More ? The roystering prince , that afterward Belied his madcap youth , and proved A greatly simple warrior lord Such as our ...
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... light , ' While cavern - black around us ' Lies the grim mouth of Night . ' Athwart the room a sparrow ' Darts from the open door : ' Within the happy hearth - light ' One red flash , -and no more ! ' We see it born from darkness ...
... light , ' While cavern - black around us ' Lies the grim mouth of Night . ' Athwart the room a sparrow ' Darts from the open door : ' Within the happy hearth - light ' One red flash , -and no more ! ' We see it born from darkness ...
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... lights there be within the Heavenly Spheres Yet unrevealed , the interspace so vast : So through the distance of a thousand years Alfred's full radiance shines on us at last . Star of the spotless fame , from far - off skies Teaching ...
... lights there be within the Heavenly Spheres Yet unrevealed , the interspace so vast : So through the distance of a thousand years Alfred's full radiance shines on us at last . Star of the spotless fame , from far - off skies Teaching ...
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... light ; Toil comes with the morning , And rest with the night . Dark grow the windows , And quenched is the fire ; Sound fades into silence , - All footsteps retire . 22. scald ] poet . 5 ΤΟ No voice in the chambers , No sound in the 23 ...
... light ; Toil comes with the morning , And rest with the night . Dark grow the windows , And quenched is the fire ; Sound fades into silence , - All footsteps retire . 22. scald ] poet . 5 ΤΟ No voice in the chambers , No sound in the 23 ...
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... light , God wot ; For whether the saints they swerved the shot , Or whether by treason , men knowen not , But under the arm , in a secret part , The iron fled through the Kingès heart . The turf it squelched where the Red King fell ...
... light , God wot ; For whether the saints they swerved the shot , Or whether by treason , men knowen not , But under the arm , in a secret part , The iron fled through the Kingès heart . The turf it squelched where the Red King fell ...
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28 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.
8 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...
42 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...
65 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.
53 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...
8 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...
9 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.
54 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...
39 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.