i. My good blade carves the casques of men,My tough lance thrusteth sure,My strength is as the strength of ten,Because my heart is pure.The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,The hard brands shiver on the steel,The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly,The horse and rider reel:They reel, they roll in clanging lists,And when the tide of combat stands,Perfume … Continue reading Poem – “Sir Galahad”
Lord Tennyson
Poem – “The Sleeping Beauty”
I.Year after year unto her feet, The while she slumbereth alone,Over the purpled coverlet The maiden's jetblack hair hath grown,On either side her trancéd form Forthstreaming from a braid of pearl;The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. II.The silk starbraided coverlidUnto her limbs itself doth mouldLanguidly ever, and amidHer full black ringlets … Continue reading Poem – “The Sleeping Beauty”
Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
I. BURY the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation,Let us bury the Great DukeTo the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,Mourning when their leaders fall,Warriors carry the warrior's pall,And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. II. Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore?Here, in streaming London's central roar.Let the sound of those he … Continue reading Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
Poetry – “The Defense of Lucknow”
IBANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thouFloated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry!Never with mightier glory than when we had rear’d thee on highFlying at top of the roofs in the ghastly siege of Lucknow—Shot thro’ the staff or the halyard, but ever we raised thee anew,And … Continue reading Poetry – “The Defense of Lucknow”
Poetry – “The Charge of the Light Brigade”
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. “Forward, the Light Brigade!”Was there a man dismayed?Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but … Continue reading Poetry – “The Charge of the Light Brigade”
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