Killed at Sedan

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R. Washbourne, 18 Paternoster Row, London, Dublin: M.H. Gill & Son., 1882 - 559 pagina's
 

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Pagina 372 - OFT in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 89 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Pagina 415 - Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush ! hark !—a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Pagina 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 362 - Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May ; Blow trumpet, the long night hath roll'd away ! Blow thro' the living world— 'Let the King reign.' •'Shall Rome or heathen rule in Arthur's realm? Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm, Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King reign.
Pagina 236 - ... for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost...
Pagina 411 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Pagina 362 - Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. 'Strike for the King and die! and if thou diest, The King is King, and ever wills the highest. Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. 'Blow, for our Sun is mighty in his May! Blow, for our Sun is mightier day by day! Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
Pagina 409 - Guilt and misery shrink, by a natural instinct, from public notice: they court privacy and solitude: and even in their choice of a grave will sometimes sequester themselves from the general population of the churchyard, as if declining to claim fellowship with the Confessions of an English Opium-Eater great family of man, and wishing (in the affecting language of Mr. Wordsworth) Humbly to express A penitential loneliness.
Pagina 362 - Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm, Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King reign. ' Strike for the King and live ! his knights have heard That God hath told the King a secret word. Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King reign.

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