Songs of the Brave: The Soldier's Dream, and Other Poems and OdesSampson Low, Son & Company, 1856 - 46 páginas |
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... WOLFE , COLLINS , BYRON , TENNYSON , AND MACKAY . ILLUSTRATED WITH TWENTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS , FROM DRAWINGS BY EDWARD DUNCAN , BIRKET FOSTER , GEORGE THOMAS , ETC LONDON : SAMPSON LOW , SON & Co. 47 , LUDGATE HILL . MDCCC LVI . Mrs ...
... WOLFE , COLLINS , BYRON , TENNYSON , AND MACKAY . ILLUSTRATED WITH TWENTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS , FROM DRAWINGS BY EDWARD DUNCAN , BIRKET FOSTER , GEORGE THOMAS , ETC LONDON : SAMPSON LOW , SON & Co. 47 , LUDGATE HILL . MDCCC LVI . Mrs ...
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... WOLFE 17 IV . Ye Mariners of England . CAMPBELL 20 V. The Night before Waterloo VI . The Charge of the Light Brigade BYRON 25 TENNYSON 31 VII . On the Death of the Brave VIII . The Joy - bell and the Requiem COLLINS . 36 MACKAY . 38 IX ...
... WOLFE 17 IV . Ye Mariners of England . CAMPBELL 20 V. The Night before Waterloo VI . The Charge of the Light Brigade BYRON 25 TENNYSON 31 VII . On the Death of the Brave VIII . The Joy - bell and the Requiem COLLINS . 36 MACKAY . 38 IX ...
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... ! While the billow mournful rolls , And the mermaid's song condoles , Singing glory to the souls Of the brave ! NHAKRAL BY THE REV . C. WOLFE . NOT a drum. 16 IN HONOREM . Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave.
... ! While the billow mournful rolls , And the mermaid's song condoles , Singing glory to the souls Of the brave ! NHAKRAL BY THE REV . C. WOLFE . NOT a drum. 16 IN HONOREM . Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave.
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... WOLFE . NOT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried d ; C Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND : The Burial of Sir John ...
... WOLFE . NOT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried d ; C Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND : The Burial of Sir John ...
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... Wolfe : a letter , addressed by Wolfe to John Taylor , Esq . , at the Rev. Mr. Armstrong's , Clonoulty , Cashel , in which he says , " I have completed the ' Burial of Sir John Moore , ' and will here inflict it upon you , " and which ...
... Wolfe : a letter , addressed by Wolfe to John Taylor , Esq . , at the Rev. Mr. Armstrong's , Clonoulty , Cashel , in which he says , " I have completed the ' Burial of Sir John Moore , ' and will here inflict it upon you , " and which ...
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Songs of the Brave: The Soldier's Dream, and Other Poems and Odes (1856) Dave Campbell,W. Wolfe,Collins Prévia não disponível - 2009 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON Ardennes Balaclava BALTIC battle rages loud billow brave bulwarks BURIAL OF SIR burning Cannon to left Cannon to right ceased to blow Charge CHARLES MACKAY clay cold ashes Death Rode deck deep Dewy England conquers fame fell flag of England Freedom arm'd glory HALF a league HARRAL.SC heard hearts Hearts of oak hero HHAPRAL SC HHARRAL HHARRAL SE Honour jaws of Death Last eve Light Brigade LORD BYRON loud and long LUDGATE HILL Macquard THE JOY-BELL Mariners of England morn Mourns mouth of Hell ne'er Nelson NIGHT BEFORE WATERLOO peace return pibroch quell RING the joy-bells Riou Rode the six Sabring shot and shell SIR JOHN MOORE six hundred sleep sodger Soft eyes soldier SOLDIER'S DREAM song storm has ceased Storm'd stormy winds sung sweet THOMAS CAMPBELL thousand thro turn'd valley of Death Volley'd and thunder'd wild winds do blow WOLFE world wonder'd yore
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Página 19 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 23 - 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 stormy winds do blow.
Página 31 - Charge for the guns ! " he said Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 27 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 17 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 11 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 11 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 27 - 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 Blush'd 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...
Página 15 - Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ! And yet, amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore ! Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride, Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of Fame that died With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing Glory to the souls Of the Brave ! THE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
Página 31 - Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...