English Verses Set to Hindu Music: In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of WalesJ. N. Ghose & Company, 1875 - 156 pagini |
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Pagina 33
... peace we well may prize For blood hath flowed like rain , Pour'd forth to make sweet sanctuaries Of England's homes again . Heap the yule - fagots high Till the red light fills the room ! It is home's own hour when the stormy sky Grows ...
... peace we well may prize For blood hath flowed like rain , Pour'd forth to make sweet sanctuaries Of England's homes again . Heap the yule - fagots high Till the red light fills the room ! It is home's own hour when the stormy sky Grows ...
Pagina 49
... peace , instead of death , let us bring : But yield , proud foe , thy fleet , With the crews , at England's feet , And make submission meet To our king . " Then Denmark bless'd our chief , That he their wounds repose ; gave And the ...
... peace , instead of death , let us bring : But yield , proud foe , thy fleet , With the crews , at England's feet , And make submission meet To our king . " Then Denmark bless'd our chief , That he their wounds repose ; gave And the ...
Pagina 70
... peaceful valley's side . Life's charities , like light , Spread smilingly afar ; But stars approached , become more bright , And home is life's own star . The pilgrim's step in vain Seeks Eden's sacred ground ! But in home's holy joys ...
... peaceful valley's side . Life's charities , like light , Spread smilingly afar ; But stars approached , become more bright , And home is life's own star . The pilgrim's step in vain Seeks Eden's sacred ground ! But in home's holy joys ...
Pagina 81
... Peace , peace within her borders , And plenty in her stores . Right joyously we're singing , We're glad to make it known , That we love the land we live in , And our Queen upon the throne . Then hurrah for merry England ! And may we ...
... Peace , peace within her borders , And plenty in her stores . Right joyously we're singing , We're glad to make it known , That we love the land we live in , And our Queen upon the throne . Then hurrah for merry England ! And may we ...
Pagina 90
... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm hath ceased to blow ! When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . CAMPBELL ...
... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm hath ceased to blow ! When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . CAMPBELL ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ALEXANDER SELKIRK battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN bright Britain's best bulwarks cing cried deep dread earth England's heart Excelsior F A G F E D F E F F F F F G F fair isle flow G A G G E F G F E G F G gay dance Gunga happy and blest hath heaven HEMANS HEPTACHORDS HINDU MUSIC homes of England isle land light ling Long Lord Madhyamána mudárá nd ble night o'er pure art thou round RULE BRITANNIA rule the waves Sanskrit saptaca save the Queen SET TO HINDU shore sign of máttrá SIR JOHN MOORE smile song soul sound stormy winds sweet tain Tála ters ther thine Thou art thy daugh truth tells winds do blow ΙΔ
Pasaje populare
Pagina 55 - 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...
Pagina 56 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Pagina 37 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Pagina 112 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Pagina 21 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 127 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 125 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Pagina 124 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 90 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Pagina 85 - Half buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device — Excelsior!