 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 lehte
...' 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 rose, As...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 cities' blaze, While... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 lehte
...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...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 cities' blaze, While... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 lehte
...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 rose. As...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 lehte
...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 rose; As...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... | |
 | Joan Struteers - 1821 - 464 lehte
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 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 388 lehte
...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 rose, As...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... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 lehte
...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 rose, As...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 lehte
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 | 1826 - 638 lehte
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 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 lehte
...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 rose, As death...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 cities' blaze, While... | |
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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. 
