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Bole Ponjis: Containing the Tale of the Buccaneer, a Bottle of Red Ink, the ...
Parker Henry Meredith
Недоступно для просмотра - 2013
20th Light Dragoons Agincourt amidst amongst Anatomical Theatre awful banner battle beautiful beneath Bertha blast blood Blumenfield bowsprit brave breath breeze bright canal Carlos cast Charles D'Albret cheerful clang clouds cold dark dash dead Deal Beach dear death note deck deep dreary dusky earth English heart eyes fear felt Fidelio float French French nobility gale gallant ghastly ghost gigantic glance gleam glittering glorious green heard heart Heaven Holstein hour human hunting seat innocent King light lonely lonely island looked lustre Marianna Michael Drayton mighty mingled moon morning mountain murmur night o'er ocean pale passed quarter red ink replied rock round rushing sail scarcely seem'd seemed shadow ship shore silent silver snow solemn sound sparkling spirit spritsail stars stood storm stream sweet tempest terrible thou thousand thunder twas vast vessel voice waves wild wind
Стр. 247 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Стр. 238 - Which he neglects the while, As from a nation vile, Yet, with an angry smile, Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then : "Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed; Yet have we well begun, Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised. "And for myself," quoth he, "This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me.
Стр. 242 - They now to fight are gone; Armour on armour shone; Drum now to drum did groan — To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make The very earth did shake; Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
Стр. 245 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather. None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilboes drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy ; Arms were from shoulders sent, Scalps to the teeth were rent ; Down the French peasants went : Our men were hardy.
Стр. 225 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Стр. 212 - CLANO, clang ! the massive anvils ring ; Clang, clang ! a hundred hammers swing — Like the thunder-rattle of a tropic sky, The mighty blows still multiply — Clang, clang ! Say, brothers of the dusky brow, What are your strong arms forging now t Clang, clang ! — we forge the coulter now — The coulter of the kindly plough.
Стр. 248 - Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up: Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon Saint Crispin's day...
Стр. 229 - To the king sending. Which he neglects the while, As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed.
Стр. 245 - Gloster, that Duke so good, Next of the royal blood, For famous England stood With his brave brother; Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick...