Norwegian and Swedish Poems

Norwegian and Swedish Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...great avalanche, down through the dale. Hurrah! The general it is, whom we were fearing We should not see again, who now is nearing With bandaged head and features deadly pale. He orders silence. Hear him; he is calling To his brave men, his gallant noble band; And now behold them from confusion falling All into line again at his command. In rows compact the bayonets are gleaming; And ragged, worn, begrimed, as they are seeming, The troops again present a threat'ning wall. Their prospects are no longer dark and blighting; They think of vict'ry now, not merely fighting; Another spirit animates them all. And Dobeln, when this change had been effected, Rode grave and thoughtfully along the van. With quick and searching glances he inspected Each column, squadron, nay, each single man, 'Twas clear he was on some grand stroke resolving, Or some great plan within his mind revolving; For he show'd more reserve than was his wont. With more than common kindness he, however, Some wellknown veteran did greet, whenever He met one as he rode along that front. One such he in KotheVs brave troop detected; It was the corp'ral number eight, Standare: One foot was by a ragged shoe protected; The other foot was bleeding hard, and bare. Before him Dobeln stopp'd. With one hand lying Upon his brow, he silently stood eying, With dark'ning face, the warrior's sorry plight. Why," he exlaim'd at length, you shared our glory Upon the the Lappo plains, that field so gory; Have you been thus rewarded for that fight?" My general," said the man with self-denial, Here is the gun which once to me you gave. The barrel, perfect still, has stood its trial; The lock is good; what more then should I crave? About my dress no man...
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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236800141
  • 9781236800145