Stirring Stories of Peace and War, by Sea and Land

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Hodder and Stoughton, 1885 - 400 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 149 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait : Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost : He comes : nor want nor cold his course delay. — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day.
Σελίδα 148 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Σελίδα 272 - And they shall bring all your brethren for an offering unto the Lord, out of all nations, upon horses, and in chariots, and in litters, and upon mules, and upon swift beasts, to my holy mountain Jerusalem, saith the Lord, as the children of Israel bring an offering in a clean vessel into the house of the Lord.
Σελίδα 270 - And now I say unto you, Refrain from these men, and let them alone: for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought : 39 But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.
Σελίδα 308 - 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.
Σελίδα 270 - Refrain from: these men* and let them alone : for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought : But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it...
Σελίδα 308 - 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.
Σελίδα 308 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Σελίδα 308 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.

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