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16 de may. de 2024 · Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form! Form, be ready to do or die! Form in freedom 's name and the Queen 's! But only the devil knows what he means! Form! form! Riflemen form! Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form! There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the south that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder ...
17 de may. de 2024 · One naked peak--the sister of the Sun. Would climb from out the dark, and linger there. To silver all the valleys with her shafts--. There once, but long ago, five-fold thy term. Of years, I lay; the winds were dead for heat; The noonday crag made the hand burn; and sick. For shadow--not one bush was near--I rose.
Hace 3 días · And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New-year. Then you may lay me low i' the mould and think no more of me.
18 de may. de 2024 · Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was an English poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria's reign. In 1829, Tennyson was awarded the Chancellor's Gold Medal at Cambridge for one of his first pieces, "Timbuktu".
14 de may. de 2024 · The Lord Of Burleigh. IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And I think thou lov'st me well.'. She replies, in accents fainter, 'There is none I love like thee.'. He is but a landscape-painter, And a village maiden she.
Hace 2 días · The Third Of February, 1852. My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all. That England's honest censure went too far, That our free press should cease to brawl, Not sting the fiery Frenchman into war. It was our ancient privilege, my Lords, To fling whate'er we felt, not fearing, into words. We love not this French God, the child of hell,
Hace 3 días · The Voyage Of Maeldune. I. I WAS the chief of the race--he had stricken my father dead--. But I gather'd my fellows together, I swore I would strike off his head. Each of them look'd like a king, and was noble in birth as in worth, And each of them boasted he sprang from the oldest race upon earth. Each was as brave in the light as the bravest ...
