The Country's Call: A Short Selection of Patriotic VerseEdmund Beale Sargant, Marie Sargant Macmillan, 1915 - 32 pagine |
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art tha sleepin barn-cocks say Night battle rages loud believing Victory crowns Blow high blow low BRET HARTE Britain BRUNTON STEPHENS burning Capten COUNTRY'S CALL dear doth dreamin drum E. B. AND MARIE earth EDITED BY E. B. EDMUND GARRETT Ere the barn-cocks faith and fire fame Farewell fear fight foes following authors freedom Gay goes glorious glory goes the Gordon grace guard happy Warrior hath hazards whence hearts believing Victory Hearts of oak HENRY NEWBOLT HOOVER WAR COLLECTION Inisfail isle JAMES ELROY FLECKER King lads Lest we forget LIONEL JOHNSON Lord loud and long march away Ere MARIE SARGANT Messrs Mighty mother mountain nations Patriotic Verse peace Plymouth Hoe Poem purblind prank ROBERT BROWNING round shot RUDYARD KIPLING Rule Britannia Selection of Patriotic Sewed shore Short Selection SIR EDWARD COOK song soul stormy winds sword tears can win waves whence no tears winds do blow
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Pagina 10 - 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 4 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Pagina 11 - Where what he most doth value must be won: Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily...
Pagina 6 - 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, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Pagina 31 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold : Bring me my Arrows of desire : Bring me my Spear : O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.
Pagina 2 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 8 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty...
Pagina 2 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Pagina 26 - Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?) Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound, Call him when ye sail to meet the foe ; Where the old trade's plyin' an' the old flag flyin' They shall find him ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago ! Henry Newbolt.
Pagina 29 - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — . Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget...