The Heroes of England: Stories of the Lives of England's Warriors by Land and Sea

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John George Edgar
Bickers and Son, 1884 - 408 עמודים
 

מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת

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עמוד 186 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! 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.
עמוד 186 - 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.
עמוד 186 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
עמוד 184 - I hope the People of England will be satisfied! - I hope my Country will do me justice!
עמוד 66 - I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometime sitting in the shade like a Goddess; sometime singing like an angel; sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! Once amiss, hath bereaved me of all.
עמוד 387 - The Christian Year. Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year.
עמוד 186 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
עמוד 217 - Foley," turning to the captain, "I have only one eye, — I have a right to be blind sometimes...
עמוד 74 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
עמוד 221 - I can do no more. We must trust to the Great Disposer of all events, and the justice of our cause. I thank God for this great opportunity of doing my duty.

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