The Powers of Europe and Fall of SebastopolHiggins, Bradley & Dayton, 1855 - 404 pages |
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allies arms arrived artillery assault attack Austrian Badajos Balaklava battalions batteries battle battle of Inkerman besieged brave brigade British British army cavalry charge columns command commenced Constantinople contest courage Crimea Czar Danube dead death defence division Duke Emperor empire enemy England English Eupatoria Europe fell fire Fitzroy Somerset fleet force France French army garrison ground guard guns harbor heights hill honor horse hundred infantry inhabitants killed king lines Lord Raglan miles military Moldavia morning mountain Murids musketry Napoleon night o'clock occupied officers opened Pacha position possession prisoners ranks reached redoubt regiment retire retreat river road round shot Russians Saragossa scarcely scene Schamyl Sebastopol shell ships shot side siege Silistria soldiers soon Soult Spain Spanish starost struggle success Sultan thousand tion took town treaty troops Turkey Turkish Turks valley victory village Wallachia Wellington whole wounded yards
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Page 202 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Page 93 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 93 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 92 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 202 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 93 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 202 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 92 - I hope the People of England will be satisfied! - I hope my Country will do me justice!
Page 53 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?
Page 93 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.