 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 pàgines
...meet * To our King/ — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And the soifnds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose; —...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. — Now joy, old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 pàgines
...submission meet ' To our King.'— VI. Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away.— VII. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 pàgines
...That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly rose ; 31 As death withdrew his shades from the day. While the...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away — VII. Now joy, old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 pàgines
...submission meet " To our King."— . Then Denmark bless'd our Chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly...the day, While the sun look'd smiling bright, O'er a veil'd and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away.— Now joy, Old England, raise,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pàgines
...make submission meet To our king.' — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly...smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the h'res of fun'ral light Died away. — Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pàgines
...submission meet ' To our King. '— Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. — Now joy, old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 pàgines
...the davWhile the sun look'd smiling hright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light . Died away.— Now joy, old England, raise!...For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' hlaze, While the wine cup shines in light , And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pàgines
...And make submission meet To our king. Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people,...While the sun look'd smiling bright, O'er a wide and woful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings... | |
 | 1826 - 434 pàgines
...make submission meet " To our king." Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And the sounds of joy and grief, From her people wildly...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities'... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 pàgines
...submission meet ' To our King.' — Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly...bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away. VII. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal... | |
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Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ! So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king. 
