The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Том 6,Страницы 2121-2726H. Holt, 1912 - Всего страниц: 3742 |
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Стр. 2135
... Tears for the time when they broke and fought ! Tears was the price of the union wrought ! And the land was red in a sea of blood , Where brother for brother had swelled the flood ! And now that the two are one again , Behold on their ...
... Tears for the time when they broke and fought ! Tears was the price of the union wrought ! And the land was red in a sea of blood , Where brother for brother had swelled the flood ! And now that the two are one again , Behold on their ...
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... tears away to - morrow . To arms ! To arms ! To arms , in Dixie ! Advance the flag of Dixie ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! For Dixie's land we take our stand , And live or die for Dixie ! To arms ! To arms ! And conquer peace for Dixie ! To arms ...
... tears away to - morrow . To arms ! To arms ! To arms , in Dixie ! Advance the flag of Dixie ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! For Dixie's land we take our stand , And live or die for Dixie ! To arms ! To arms ! And conquer peace for Dixie ! To arms ...
Стр. 2158
... tears did drown , Beholding the white cliff and sunny down Of thy good realm , beyond the sea's uproar . I , for a moment , dreamed that , long before , I had beheld them thus , when , with the frown Of sovereignty , the victor's palm ...
... tears did drown , Beholding the white cliff and sunny down Of thy good realm , beyond the sea's uproar . I , for a moment , dreamed that , long before , I had beheld them thus , when , with the frown Of sovereignty , the victor's palm ...
Стр. 2160
... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , But work their woe , and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , But work their woe , and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
Стр. 2163
... , wears the crown . Her open eyes desire the truth . The wisdom of a thousand years Is in them . May perpetual youth Keep dry their light from tears ; That her fair form may stand and shine , Make " Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights " 2163.
... , wears the crown . Her open eyes desire the truth . The wisdom of a thousand years Is in them . May perpetual youth Keep dry their light from tears ; That her fair form may stand and shine , Make " Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights " 2163.
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Alfred Tennyson arms banner battle Ben Milam beneath blood blue Bonnie Dundee bonny brave breath bright cheer Cremona cried Danny Deever dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream England eyes face fair Fair Annie father fear fell fight fire flame frae George Gordon Byron glory grave gray green gude Gunga Din guns hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Judas Iscariot King kiss lady land Lars Porsena light looked Lord loud merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray proud ride ring roar rode rose round sail Samian wine Scotland ship shore shout sing sleep soldier song sorrow soul sound stars steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou turned Twas unto voice waves weep wild wind Yarrow young young Beichan
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Стр. 2381 - 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. 2316 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Стр. 2479 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power...
Стр. 2669 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 2495 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Стр. 2123 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love! I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above!
Стр. 2124 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Стр. 2381 - 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast ; not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; but he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 2671 - That were so thin and sere. The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side : Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and...
Стр. 2384 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering