War SongsClarendon Press, 1908 - 187 sayfa |
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15th Hussars agen battle Battle of Almanza beat blaw blood bold dragoon bonnet bonny lasse brave bonny lasse Brave boys bright sabertasche British Grenadiers Cannon Captain Barnard's Grenadier Chorus comes marching home courage dear Dowglas Dragoon drum Dub-a-dub Duke DUMBARTON's drums Durfey e'er Eighteen-hundred Fifty-four English fame fear fight fought French gallant gay when Johnny glory guns hand hath haughs of Cromdale heart Here's heroes Highland Highland laddie honour horse hundred pipers hurrah Johnnie Cope Johnny comes marching King Charles lads Lady long swords Mary Ambree morning ne'er never night noble o'er the Hills Percy Percy Folio Persë Pibroch plains of Waterloo row de dow row row row Roxburghe Ballads saddle sayd Scots shee sing slayne soldier song sound ther THOMAS CAMPBELL thousand town true trumpet Twas Twentieth of September valiant victory Whack Wyatt-Edgell ye not Agincourt
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Sayfa 152 - 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 ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Sayfa 133 - 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.
Sayfa 49 - 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.
Sayfa 96 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Sayfa 111 - 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', Let him follow me!
Sayfa 116 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Sayfa 152 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Sayfa 123 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Sayfa 115 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sayfa 47 - 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 ! Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain ; Never shall She sustain Loss to redeem me ! ' Poitiers and Cressy tell, When most their pride did swell, Under our swords they fell.