The Romance of War: Or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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Page 174 - He heard it, but he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 307 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Page 173 - ... placed her foot upon a triple throne, And on the scaffold now she stands — beside the block — alone!
Page 86 - ... the roads and paths leading to or near the post, ascertaining their breadth and practicability for cavalry and cannon ; to ensure a ready and constant communication with the adjoining posts and vedettes, in the day by signals, in the night by patrols.
Page 56 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head.
Page 25 - Who has not heard, where Egypt's realms are named, What monster gods her frantic sons have framed ? Here Ibis gorged with well-grown serpents ; there The crocodile commands religious fear...
Page 56 - ... the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 275 - Wi' stanes, and bullets, and a'. The Gordon is gude in a hurry ; And Campbell is steel to the bane ; And Grant, and Mackenzie, and Murray, And Cameron, will hurkle to nane ; The Stuart is sturdy and wannel ; And sue is Macleod and Mackay ; And I their gude-brither, Macdonald, Sail never be last in the fray. Brogues, and brochan, and a', Brochan, and brogues, and a' ; And up wi' the bonnie blue bonnet, The kilt, and feather, and a'.* HIGHLAND HARRY.
Page 58 - Tis the fortune of war; every bullet has its billet — their fate to-day may be ours to-morrow. Every cake hath its make1. 1641 D. FEROUSSON Scol. Prov. (Beveridge) 94 There was never a cake, but it had a make. 1762 SMOLLETT L. Greaves x There's no cake, but there 's another of the same make. [ ' mate, fellow.] Every cake hath its make; but a scrape cake hath two.
Page 291 - THE MUFFLED DRUM. Ah me! how mournful, wan, and slow, With arms reversed, the soldiers come, Dirge-sounding trumpets full of woe, And, sad to hear — the Muffled Drum! Advancing to the house of prayer, Still sadder flows the dolesome strain; Even Industry forgets her care, And joins the melancholy train.