Poems about cressy (21 Poems)
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Kings And Queens Of England (Mary Ann H T Bigelow Poems)
FROM THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS OR THE NORMAN CONQUEST, TO THE PRESENT REIGN,INCLUSIVE. First, William the Norman lays claim to the crownAnd retains it till death; then follows his sonThe red headed William, whose life is cut shortBy a shot … Continue reading
Ode to the Cambro-Brito (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort, Furnish’d in warlike sort, Marcheth … Continue reading
Ballad of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for FranceWhen we our sails advance,Nor now to prove our chanceLonger will tarry;But putting to the main,At Caux, the mouth of Seine,With all his martial train,Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort,Furnished in warlike sort,Marcheth … Continue reading
A Song For Rifle Clubs (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
Hurrah for the Rifle! — In days long agoOur fathers were fear’d for the bill and the bow,And Edwards and Harrys in battles of oldWere proud of their archers so burly and bold:While Agincourt, Cressy, and Poictiers long since,With great … Continue reading
The Emigrants: Book I (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. Slow in the Wintry Morn, the struggling lightThrows a faint gleam upon the troubled waves;Their foaming tops, as they approach the … Continue reading
To The Queen Of England (Edith Nesbit Poems)
COME forth! the world’s aflame with flags and flowers, The shout of bells fills full the shattered air, This is the crown of all your golden hours, More than all other hours august and fair; … Continue reading
Antwerp (Ford Madox Ford Poems)
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And half October like a thousand years . . . And doom! That then was Antwerp . . . In the … Continue reading
To His Royal Highness The Duke Of York (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
FROM the recesses of this wild domain,Where artless truth and simple manners reign,The blushing Muse conveys the humble pleaOf modest merit, Royal YORK , to thee:Nor seeks by flattery base, or sordid art,To soothe thy princely ear, or reach thy … Continue reading
Lines Written After Reading Southey’s “Joan of Arc.” (Anna Seward Poems)
Base is the purpose of this Epic Song,Baneful its powers: but, oh, the Poesy(“What can it less when Sun-born GENIUS sings?”)Wraps in reluctant ecstasy the soulWhere Poesy is felt! e’en tho’ it paint,In all the lurid traits of NERO’s heart,The … Continue reading
A Ballad Of The Time (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:Sprung from the loins of the grey North, his sires were men indeed;And they were lords of all the seas, and, dreaded in all lands,Years ago … Continue reading
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