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did we dare
in our agony of prayer
ask for more than he has done | img2poems |
when was ever his right hand
over any time or land
stretched as now beneath the sun | img2poems |
it shall bid the sad rejoice
it shall give the dumb a voice
it shall belt with joy the earth | img2poems |
with a sound of broken chains
tell the nations that he reigns
who alone is lord and god | img2poems |
so spake the son and into terror changed
his countenance too severe to be beheld
and full of wrath bent on his enemies | img2poems |
he on his impious foes right onward drove
gloomy as night: under his burning wheels
the steadfast empyrean shook throughout | img2poems |
with the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail
and the tents were all silent the banners alone
the lances unlifted the trumpet unblown | img2poems |
calyphas
my lord but this is dangerous to be done
we may be slain or wounded ere we learn | img2poems |
come boys and with your fingers search my wound
and in my blood wash all your hands at once
while i sit smiling to behold the sight | img2poems |
calyphas
i know not what i should think of it methinks it is a
pitiful sight | img2poems |
sound all to arms
call in the captains
i would speak with them | img2poems |
ye all are free to go
what
no man stirs | img2poems |
gods
can a roman senate long debate
which of the two to choose slavery or death | img2poems |
rouse up for shame
our brothers of pharsalia
point at their wounds and cry aloud to battle | img2poems |
but down swept all his power
with chariot and with charge
down poured the arrows' shower | img2poems |
and new triumphs on land are before us
to the charge
heaven's banner is o'er us | img2poems |
strike home
and the world shall revere us
as heroes descended from heroes | img2poems |
her inlands her isles of the ocean
fanes rebuilt and fair towns shall with jubilee ring
and the nine shall new hallow their helicon's spring | img2poems |
with bucklers braced before their breasts with lances pointing low
with stooping crests and heads bent down above the saddle-bow
all firm of hand and high of heart they roll upon the foe | img2poems |
hakon
well 'tis good away
and deeply bury it in the dark earth | img2poems |
bury the body with it
tell thy lord
that he shall come at once | img2poems |
olaf
a midday slumber he lies stretched
stiffly beneath a shadowy elder-tree | img2poems |
hakon
my choice is made
i choose the latter olaf | img2poems |
he held a red-hot iron in his hand
after by magic he had covered it
with witches' ointment | img2poems |
our custom is to heartily despise you
to ruminate upon your fall and death
as foes to gods and to a hero's life | img2poems |
rest thee while from thy brow i wipe the big drops
and the blood from thy cheek
that cheek how glowing | img2poems |
be of good cheer your cause belongs
to him who can avenge your wrongs
leave it to him our lord | img2poems |
though hidden now from all our eyes
he sees the gideon who shall rise
to save us and his word | img2poems |
as true as god's own word is true
not earth or hell with all their crew
against us shall prevail | img2poems |
a jest and by-word are they grown
god is with us we are his own
our victory cannot fail | img2poems |
and i to thee by heaven
my light steel life have given
when shall the knot be tied | img2poems |
my heart is wildly beating
come bridegroom come for me
my garland waiteth thee | img2poems |
thou springing grass that art so green
shall soon be rosy red i ween
my blood the hue supplying | img2poems |
i drink the first glass sword in hand
to him who for the fatherland
lies dying | img2poems |
now quickly comes the second draught
and that shall be to freedom quaffed
while freedom's foes are flying | img2poems |
but redder yet that light shall glow
and bloodier yet the torrent flow
of iser rolling rapidly | img2poems |
the combat deepens
on ye brave
who rush to glory or the grave | img2poems |
wave munich
all thy banners wave
and charge with all thy chivalry | img2poems |
the snow shall be their winding-sheet
and every turf beneath their feet
shall be a soldier's sepulchre | img2poems |
now let there be the merry sound of music and the dance
through thy corn-fields green and sunny vines o pleasant land of
france | img2poems |
hurrah
hurrah
a single field hath turned the chance of war | img2poems |
hurrah
hurrah
for ivry and henry of navarre | img2poems |
a thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest
and in they burst and on they rushed while like a guiding star
amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of navarre | img2poems |
and then we thought on vengeance and all along our van
remember saint bartholomew
was passed from man to man | img2poems |
oh
was there ever such a knight in friendship or in war
as our sovereign lord king henry the soldier of navarre | img2poems |
up with it high unfurl it wide that all the host may know
how god hath humbled the proud house which wrought his church such
woe | img2poems |
ho
philip send for charity thy mexican pistoles
that antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls | img2poems |
hard soldier in unending quarrel
who cost so much of insult blood and tears
for only a few boughs of laurel | img2poems |
by thor
who bandy looks with us
must worse than looks endure | img2poems |
who fought and swayed so long
shall soon but live in minstrel words
and owe your names to song | img2poems |
when chief and monarch fall
their names in song shall breathe again
and thrill the feastful hall | img2poems |
and guthrum cried nay bard no more
we hear thy boding lay
make drunk the song with spoil and gore | img2poems |
with all its death before my soul
the vision rises fair
raise loud the song and drain the bowl | img2poems |
next day did many widows come
their husbands to bewail
they washed their wounds in brinish tears | img2poems |
the first word that sir patrick read
the neist word that sir patrick read
the tear blinded his e'e | img2poems |
and lang lang may the maidens sit
wi' their goud kaims in their hair
a' waiting for their ain dear loves | img2poems |
for he pulled up the bonny brier
and flang 'tin st
mary's loch | img2poems |
though ne'er a buck appear
there's health for horse and gentleman
a-hunting of the deer | img2poems |
fathers that like so many alexanders
have in these parts from morn till even fought
and sheathed their swords for lack of argument | img2poems |
a steed
a steed of matchlesse speed
a sword of metal keene | img2poems |
and hark
like the roar of the billows on the shore
the cry of battle rises along their charging line | img2poems |
down
down
forever down with the mitre and the crown | img2poems |
o'brien's voice is hoarse with joy as halting he commands
fix bayonets charge
like mountain-storm rush on those fiery bands | img2poems |
revenge
remember limerick
dash down the sacsanagh | img2poems |
the english strove with desperate strength paused rallied scattered
fled
the green hillside is matted close with dying and with dead | img2poems |
again
again
again | img2poems |
the sturdy trooper straight repeated
when all the village cheers us on
that you in tears apart are seated | img2poems |
but hush
hark
a deep sound strikes like a rising knell | img2poems |
or whispering with white lips the foe
they come
they come | img2poems |
theirs but to do and die
into the valley of death
rode the six hundred | img2poems |
there was one of us a corporal's wife
a fair young gentle thing
wasted with fever in the siege | img2poems |
and now they played auld lang syne
it came to our men like the voice of god
and they shouted along the line | img2poems |
small was the band that escaped from the slaughter
flying for life as the tide 'gan to flow
hast thou no pity thou dark rolling water | img2poems |
through darksome night till dawn of day
absorbed in wakeful thoughts he lay
of scotland and her crown | img2poems |
wha for scotland's king and law
freedom's sword will strongly draw
freeman stand or freeman fa | img2poems |
by our sons in servile chains
we will drain our dearest veins
but they shall be free | img2poems |
the chorus first could allen know
roderigh vich alpine ho
ieroe | img2poems |
blooming at beltane in winter to fade
when the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain
the more shall clan-alpine exult in her shade | img2poems |
o that some seedling gem
worthy such noble stem
honored and blessed in their shadow might grow | img2poems |
but moray wheeled his rearward flank
of horsemen on clan-alpine's flank
my bannerman advance | img2poems |
now gallants
for your ladies' sake
upon them with the lance | img2poems |
faster and faster
chief vassal page and groom
tenant and master | img2poems |
no longer blount the view could bear
by heaven and all its saints i swear
i will not see it lost | img2poems |
fitz-eustace you with lady clare
may bid your beads and patter prayer
i gallop to the host | img2poems |
the fiery youth with desperate charge
made for a space an opening large
the rescued banner rose | img2poems |
young blount his armor did unlace
and gazing on his ghastly face
said by saint george he's gone | img2poems |
for wasting fire and dying groan
and priests slain on the altar stone
might bribe him for delay | img2poems |
but hear o ye swains 'tis a tale most profane
how all the tyrannical powers
kings commons and lords are united amain | img2poems |
in their ragged regimentals
stood the old continentals
yielding not | img2poems |
and got a mighty name sir
cornwallis jigged with young fayette
but suffered in his fame sir | img2poems |
his music soon forgets to play
his feet can move no more sir
and all his bands now curse the day | img2poems |
come is not this a griper
that while your hopes are danced away
'tis you must pay the piper | img2poems |
hark to the ominous sound
how the far-off gales their battle form
and the great sea-swells feel ground | img2poems |
one hand is fallen in the sea
the gulf stream drifts it far and free
and in that hand her shining brand gleams from the depths resplendently | img2poems |
for panoply and coronal
the mighty immemorial
and everlasting canopy and starry arch and shield of all | img2poems |
the dead line and the pent-up pen
the thousands quartered in the fen
the living-deaths of skin and bone that were the goodly shapes of men | img2poems |
and his great darkness with the pall
of his dread judgment cover all
till the dead nation rise transformed by truth to triumph over all | img2poems |
it's you thet's to decide
ain't your bonds held by fate john
like all the world's beside | img2poems |
ah captain
here goes for a fine-drawn bead
there's music around when my barrel's in tune | img2poems |
crack
went the rifle the messenger sped
and dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon | img2poems |
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