Verse for Patriots: To Encourage Good CitizenshipJ.B. Lippincott, 1919 - 367 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... King ! Here's to the Highlanders , kilts a - swing ! Here's to the boys from the Only Isle Who would die for the sake of their country's smile . Here's to our comrades whose courage glows Brave as their emblem , the English rose ! Shout ...
... King ! Here's to the Highlanders , kilts a - swing ! Here's to the boys from the Only Isle Who would die for the sake of their country's smile . Here's to our comrades whose courage glows Brave as their emblem , the English rose ! Shout ...
Pagina 18
... king Sebastian , The old king Charlemagne , Harold with his great bow , Roland with his horn . Men who heard their horses ' hoofs Many a scarlet morn ! The Old Kings have risen . Where the hosts advance Redbeard cries his Germans on ...
... king Sebastian , The old king Charlemagne , Harold with his great bow , Roland with his horn . Men who heard their horses ' hoofs Many a scarlet morn ! The Old Kings have risen . Where the hosts advance Redbeard cries his Germans on ...
Pagina 19
... King of Paradise , Hasten with Thy hosts , Angels all in silver mail , Saints and blessed ghosts , • Cry the long swords sheathed again , Cry the pennons furled , Lest under Ragnarok Lie the shattered world ! MARGARET WIDDEMER . By ...
... King of Paradise , Hasten with Thy hosts , Angels all in silver mail , Saints and blessed ghosts , • Cry the long swords sheathed again , Cry the pennons furled , Lest under Ragnarok Lie the shattered world ! MARGARET WIDDEMER . By ...
Pagina 21
... It is brimmed with blood and tears ; Is not this the Grail ? Lift the cup to Belgium , Drink - drink hail ! Nay , she drained it all alone She who dared not fail . For the Knight who is her King— was hail ! ( 21 ) THE " LAST " WAR.
... It is brimmed with blood and tears ; Is not this the Grail ? Lift the cup to Belgium , Drink - drink hail ! Nay , she drained it all alone She who dared not fail . For the Knight who is her King— was hail ! ( 21 ) THE " LAST " WAR.
Pagina 22
To Encourage Good Citizenship Jean Broadhurst. For the Knight who is her King— was hail ! Hail Held it , smiling , to her lips , Eager lips , though pale . Bend the knee to Belgium , Drink - drink hail ! See , her cup is all alight ...
To Encourage Good Citizenship Jean Broadhurst. For the Knight who is her King— was hail ! Hail Held it , smiling , to her lips , Eager lips , though pale . Bend the knee to Belgium , Drink - drink hail ! See , her cup is all alight ...
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ALFRED NOYES Amelia Josephine Burr arms banner battle BERTON BRALEY blood blow blue Bonny Dundee boys brave breath cannon cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD cried dawn dead dear death deeds DORAN COMPANY dream drum dying earth England English eyes fame fell Fellow My Lad fight fire flame flowers fought France Freedom gallant GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY gray guns hame hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY hero hill holy honor Houghton Mifflin Hurrah JOHN OXENHAM King land Liberty light live Lord Maple Leaf forever marching never night noble o'er Old Glory peace permission Plymouth Hoe POEMS rendezvous with Death roar rode round sail SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE ships shout sing slaves sleep smile soldier song sons soul special arrangement spirit stand stars sweet sword Tarras Water thee There's thou to-day true trumpets waves wind
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Pagina 183 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 301 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Pagina 283 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and .all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Pagina 76 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Pagina 265 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Pagina 145 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Pagina 271 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Pagina 194 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Pagina 64 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ; And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
Pagina 123 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.