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... dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . " But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it ...
... dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . " But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it ...
Side 64
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . " She paused , and added with a haughtier smile " And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . " She paused , and added with a haughtier smile " And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
Side 78
... dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth . Of ...
... dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth . Of ...
Side 90
... dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd The scrolls together , made a sudden turn As if to speak , but ...
... dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd The scrolls together , made a sudden turn As if to speak , but ...
Side 95
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . " What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . " What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
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Side 198 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell They that had fought so well Came thro...
Side 179 - ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. PUBLISHED IN 1852. N ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. URY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Side 197 - 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.
Side 74 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 203 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
Side 267 - He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him ? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I...
Side 180 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low.
Side 101 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang: we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...
Side 196 - 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!
Side 162 - Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone...