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amidst battle rages loud beat billow BOOK brave breath buried Cannon Cannon to left Charge cheer chime clay cold conquer dead Death Rode deck deep died drum eyes fame fathers feet fell field fiery fight fires Flash'd Forward Full funeral gallant glorious glory grave grief Half a league hand heard hearts hero Honour hour ILLUSTRATED knew Light Brigade loud and long Mariners of England meet memory morn native Nelson night o'er O’er Once pale peace peal POEMS quell repeat Ring rise roar Rode the six rolling rose Roused Shatter'd shot and shell SIR JOHN MOORE six hundred sleep smiled sodger soldier song sound spirit stormy winds sweep sweet THOMAS CAMPBELL thought thousand thro true valley of Death wave wild winds do blow WOLFE world wonder'd written Ye Mariners
Стр. 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.
Стр. 31 - Charge for the guns ! " he said Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.