Raven Hill, Or, The Danish Fort: And Other PoemsSimpkin, Marshall, 1858 - Всего страниц: 119 |
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band Bay Church beam beautiful bloom blue bosom brave breast breath bright bright band brow calm cheek cheered chief chieftain cloud Dane Danish dark dear death deep doom dreadful E'en e'er earth Edward the Confessor fair farewell fell flame flashing flower freedom's cause friends gloom glow gone grave grief Gunhilda hand Hark hath heart heaven holy hour Inkerman land light lonely look love thee lovely Maümee minstrel morning ne'er neath night noble nought o'er passed peace prayer RAVEN HILL red right hand rest riven Robin Hood's Bay Roland rose Saxon scene seemed shade shadowed wave shine shore sigh silent Sivrid sleep smile soothe soul spirit spring stern stood stream strife sweet tears thine thou hast tomb Twas twill two-headed eagle Ulric's voice warrior wave weep Whilst Whitby wild Winfred Winfred's withered wound youth
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Стр. 92 - His memory long will live alone In all our hearts, as mournful light That broods above the fallen sun, And dwells in heaven half the night.
Стр. 114 - As thus the dying warrior prayed, Without one gathering mist or shade Upon his mind; Encircled by his family, Watched by affection's gentle eye So soft and kind; His soul to Him, who gave it, rose; God lead it to its long repose, Its glorious rest! And, though the warrior's sun has set, Its light shall linger round us yet, Bright, radiant, blest.
Стр. 7 - Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior armed for strife. That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still.
Стр. 79 - The Norman kings, who succeeded the conqueror, dwelt with perfect safety in the southern districts, but did not venture north of the Humber without some fear; and a chronicler who lived at the close of the twelfth century assures us, 'that they never visited that part of the kingdom without being accompanied by a strong army.
Стр. 7 - That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still. Like the loose crags, whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch' could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
Стр. 65 - Siverian, now Farewell ! I think we shall not meet again Till it be in that world where never change Is known, and they who love shall part no more. Commend me to my mother's prayers, and say That never man enjoy'da heavenlier peace Than Roderick at this hour. O faithful friend, How dear thou art to me these tears may tell...
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Стр. 79 - Huntingdon) represents him as breaking out into sorrowful complaints, and exclaiming, " How shameful it is for me, that I have never been able to meet death in my numerous battles, but have been reserved to die with disgrace like an old cow. Clothe me at least in my impenetrable armour, gird me with my sword, cover my head with my helmet, place my shield in my left, and my gilded axe in my right hand, that I, the bold warrior, may also die like one.