Poems by Grades; Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems Volume 2

Poems by Grades; Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems Volume 2

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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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 172 THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC " Hearts of Oak! " our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane, To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: --Then cease--and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom. 0 0 0 n 0 I Now joy, old England, raise For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine cup shines in light; And yet, amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore. ' THOMAS CAMPBELL. THE CAVALRY CHARGE OUR good steeds snuff the evening air, Our pulses with their purpose tingle; The foeman's fires are twinkling there; He leaps to hear our sabres jingle. Halt! Each carbine sent its whizzing ball: Now cling! clang! forward all Dash on beneath the smoking dome! Through level lightnings gallop nearer! One look to Heaven! No thoughts of home; The guidons that we bear are dearer. Charge! Cling! clang! forward all! Heaven help those whose horses fall! Cut left and right! They flee before our fierce attack! They fall! they spread in broken surges! Now, comrades, hear our wounded back...show more

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  • Paperback | 58 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 122g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236945840
  • 9781236945846