RussiaHoughton, Mifflin, 1878 |
Common terms and phrases
afar Alma River Anon arms ARMY IN RUSSIA aurochs backs bestride Baidar Batyushka behold beneath thy feet BESSARABIA Billow blood brave cannon COLCHIS Cossack Cossack host courser fleet crouch beneath thy Czar dark dead death deep Dnieper doth earth Edna Dean Proctor eyes father dear fight Finland Friedrich Rückert gazed gleaming glory gold golden Gosudar hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow immortal records Iolcos king land light lord mighty Moscow mother mountains naught neigh with pride Neva never night noble o'er Ovid palace proud youth ride Robert Southey roll round rushing Russian SAINT PETERSBURG Sarmatian savage shining shore silent river Sir Sava sleep snow soldier SONG Sorrow stars steed storm stream Strong tears thee thine thou wilt neigh thunder tower Tzar unto voice wandering waves White Czar wild William Wordsworth winds Winter
Popular passages
Page 29 - Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Page 28 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 77 - They lay along the battery's side, Below the smoking cannon; Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.
Page 69 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 13 - HUMANITY, delighting to behold A fond reflection of her own decay, Hath painted Winter like a traveller old, Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen day, In hooded mantle, limping o'er the plain, As though his weakness were disturbed by pain : Or, if a juster fancy should allow An undisputed symbol of command, The chosen sceptre is a withered bough, Infirmly grasped within a palsied hand. These emblems suit the helpless and forlorn ; But mighty Whiter the device shall scorn.
Page 88 - But, as the song grew louder, Something upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers. And...
Page 121 - O'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge. Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours, And moments aye divided by keen pangs Till they seemed years, torture and solitude, Scorn and despair, — these are mine empire, More glorious far than that which thou surveyest From thine unenvied throne, O Mighty God ! Almighty, had I deigned to share the shame Of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain, Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured ; without herb, Insect,...
Page 28 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 121 - Gape like a hell within ! I speak in grief, Not exultation, for I hate no more, As then ere misery made me wise. The curse Once breathed on thee I would recall. Ye Mountains, Whose many-voiced Echoes, through the mist Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that spell ! Ye icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling frost, Which vibrated to hear me, and then crept Shuddering through India...
Page 123 - The meeting boughs and implicated leaves Wove twilight o'er the Poet's path, as, led By love, or dream, or god, or mightier Death, He sought in Nature's dearest haunt some bank, Her cradle, and his sepulchre.