 | 1828 - 812 sider
...flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow ; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling...dun. Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 sider
...flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall gin*.' On Linden's hills of stained snow. glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown. —...wedding-guest! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, duo. Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 sider
...snow. And darker yet shall be the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. VI. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun. Where...Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. VII. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich, all thy banners... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 sider
...blood-stain'd snow, And darker yet shall bo the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - 452 sider
...the war clouds, rolling dun, While furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. 7 The combat deepens. (°°) On, ye brave, > Who rush to glory, or the grave ! t Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! 8 (°) Ah ! few shall part... | |
 | 1830 - 192 sider
...glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Jser rolling rapidly. The combat deepens ! On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ; Wave, Munich, all tby banners wave, And charge with all tby chivalry. Few shall part where many meet, The snow shall... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 sider
...And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout mid their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 258 sider
...stained snow, And darker yet shall be the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. "Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout mid their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave,... | |
 | 1830 - 1006 sider
...From his home mid the dark-rolling clouds of the North." And how nobly too in his Holienlinden ! " The combat deepens — on, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave !" We have seen " how King James did rushing come." And, lo ! " I Ion-un; - and saddle bloody red,... | |
 | James Melville M'Culloch - 1831 - 250 sider
...redder still these fires shall glow On Linden's hills of purpled snow ; And bloodier still shall be the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. Tis morn : but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-cloud rolling dun, } Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout 'mid their sulphurous canopy. The... | |
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Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave... 
