The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 6, Pages 2121-2726 |
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Page 2138
... Till the clashing air is dim , Did we wrong this parted soul ? We will make it up to him . Toll ! Let him never guess What work we set him to . Laurel , laurel , yes ; He did what we bade him do . Praise , and never a whispered hint but ...
... Till the clashing air is dim , Did we wrong this parted soul ? We will make it up to him . Toll ! Let him never guess What work we set him to . Laurel , laurel , yes ; He did what we bade him do . Praise , and never a whispered hint but ...
Page 2142
... Till each dark face shone mystical and grand Against the breaking day ; And lo , the shard the potter cast away Was grown a fiery chalice , crystal - fine , Fulfilled of the divine Great wine of battle wrath by God's ring - finger ...
... Till each dark face shone mystical and grand Against the breaking day ; And lo , the shard the potter cast away Was grown a fiery chalice , crystal - fine , Fulfilled of the divine Great wine of battle wrath by God's ring - finger ...
Page 2148
... Till the spoilers are defeated , Till the Lord's work is completed ! Halt not till our Federation Secures among earth's powers its station ! Then at peace , and crowned with glory , Hear your children tell the story ! If the loved ones ...
... Till the spoilers are defeated , Till the Lord's work is completed ! Halt not till our Federation Secures among earth's powers its station ! Then at peace , and crowned with glory , Hear your children tell the story ! If the loved ones ...
Page 2153
... till its sway became A wonder to the nations . Days of shame Are close upon thee ; prophets raise their wail . When the rude Cossack with an outstretched hand Points his long spear across the narrow sea , — " Lo ! there is England ...
... till its sway became A wonder to the nations . Days of shame Are close upon thee ; prophets raise their wail . When the rude Cossack with an outstretched hand Points his long spear across the narrow sea , — " Lo ! there is England ...
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... Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean - warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ! When the fiery fight is heard no more ...
... Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean - warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ! When the fiery fight is heard no more ...
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Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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