Patriotic Song A book of English verse, being an anthology of the patriotic poetry of the British Empire, from the defeat of the Spanish Armada till the death of Queen Victoria

Part 20

Chapter 201,572 wordsPublic domain

How sleep the brave who sink to rest 36

I know ’tis but a loom of land 117

I may sit in my wee croo house 200

I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hill 43

I’m sitting on the stile, Mary 222

In all my wanderings round this world of care 211

In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses 236

In the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star 307

In the Highlands, in the country places 195

In the ranks of the Austrian you found him 80

I remember the lowering wintry morn 295

I send to you 317

It is not to be thought of that the flood 47

It’s hame, an’ it’s hame, hame fain wad I be 193

It was a’ for our rightfu’ king 203

It wasna from a golden throne 207

I’ve heard the lark’s cry thrill the sky o’er the meadows of Lusk 234

I’ve heard the liltin’ at our ewe-milkin’ 177

Jack dances and sings, and is always content 40

King Philip had vaunted his claims 132

Last night, among his fellow roughs 90

Lest it be said 260

Let rogues and cheats prognosticate 30

Listen! my brothers of Eton and Harrow 157

Lo, how they come to me 155

Lo, our land this night is lone 231

Lo, ’tis the light of the morn 309

Lying here awake, I hear the watchman’s warning 100

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale 186

Men of England! who inherit 62

Men of the Hills and men of the Plains, men of the Isles and Sea 276

Methinks already from this chymic flame 32

My England, island England, such leagues and leagues away 141

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here 180

My name, d’ye see, ’s Tom Tough, I’ve seed a little sarvice 41

New Year, be good to England. Bid her name 129

Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-West died away 92

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 69

Not ’mid the thunder of the battle guns 299

Not tasselled palm or bended cypress wooing 233

Now all the youth of England are on fire 12

O, Bay of Dublin! how my heart you’re troublin’ 222

Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling 204

O Child of Nations, giant-limbed 250

O England, thou hast many a precious dower 99

Of Nelson and the North 60

Of old sat Freedom on the heights 82

Oft in the pleasant summer years 268

O gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel 280

O! he was lang o’ comin’ 199

O how comely it is, and how reviving 24

O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie 202

O land of Druid and of Bard 165

O! my dark Rosaleen 219

Once more upon the waters! yet once more 64

‘On with the charge!’ he cries, and waves his sword 244

O, Paddy dear! an’ did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round 211

O, the East is but West, with the sun a little hotter 243

O, then, tell me, Shawn O’Ferrall, tell me why you hurry so 235

O, the red rose may be fair 237

O, to be in England 91

O, ’twas merry down to Looe when the news was carried through 118

O undistinguished Dead 133

Our second Richard Lion-Heart 113

O, where, Kincora! is Brien the Great 218

O, where’s the slave so lowly 214

O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone 178

O! why left I my hame 194

O ye, who with your blood and sweat 246

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 185

Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly 131

Remember the glories of Brien the brave 213

Ruin seize thee, ruthless King 161

Sang one of England in his island home 262

Say not the struggle naught availeth 94

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled 180

See, see where Royal Snowdon rears 172

She is a rich and rare land 226

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps 215

She stands alone: ally nor friend has she 124

She stands, a thousand wintered tree 143

Shy bird of the silver arrows of song 247

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules 42

Son of the Ocean Isle 72

Sons in my gates of the West 136

Speak gently, gently tread 273

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing 207

Steep is the soldier’s path; nor are the heights 58

Still stand thy ruins ’neath the Indian sky 275

Sun-showered land! largess of golden light 286

Sye, do yer ’ear thet bugle callin’ 147

The Campbells are comin’, O-ho, O-ho 193

The camp-fire gleams resistance 305

The cool and pleasant days are past 274

The feast is spread through England 112

The fifteenth day of July 18

The forward youth that would appear 25

The harp that once through Tara’s halls 213

Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon 182

The Isle of Roses in her Lindian shrine 103

The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece 65

The Little Black Rose shall be red at last 229

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone 212

The news frae Moidart cam’ yestreen 205

There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride 300

There’s a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free 92

There was a sound of revelry by night 67

There was heard the sound of a coming foe 71

The seaman slept--all nature sleeps; a sacred stillness there 293

The waves are dashing proudly down 267

The weary day rins down and dies 126

They called Thee MERRY ENGLAND in old time 50

They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places 303

They say that ‘war is hell,’ the ‘great accursed’ 109

This England never did, nor never shall 11

This royal throne of kings, this sceptr’d isle 11

Thy voice is heard through rolling drums 83

To-day the people gather from the streets 120

To horse! to horse! the standard flies 189

Toll for the Brave 38

To mute and to material things 51

To my true king I offered free from stain 77

To Thee, our God, we fly 99

To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke 187

Truth, winged and enkindled with rapture 129

Unhappy Erin, what a lot was thine 231

Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent 48

War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of toil 248

We cheered you forth--brilliant and kind and brave 286

We come from tower and grange 134

We come in arms, we stand ten score 97

Welcome, wild North-easter 94

‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world 287

We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea 201

What are the bugles saying 278

Whate’er of woe the Dark may hide in womb 123

What have I done for you 137

What of the bow 143

When Britain first at Heaven’s command 33

When I have borne in memory what has tamed 47

When the British warrior queen 36

Where Foyle her swelling waters 216

Where the remote Bermudas ride 28

Who ’as ’eard the Ram a callin’ on the green fields o’ the sea 141

Who carries the gun 144

Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight 229

Who is he that cometh, like an honour’d guest 85

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 48

‘Who’ll serve the King?’ cried the sergeant aloud 57

Whom for thy race of heroes wilt thou own 78

Who to the murmurs of an earthly string 50

Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? We have made them a curse 89

Why is it that ye grieve, O weak in faith 249

Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day 166

Wide are the plains to the north and the westward 262

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro 150

Ye Mariners of England 59

Yes, let us own it in confession free 78

You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease 81

You brave heroic minds 8

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Transcriber’s Notes

As this is a collection of poems written by many different people, variations in punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were not changed, although simple typographical errors were corrected.

Index not checked for proper alphabetization or correct page references.

Page xii: “like an individual” was printed as “like an admiral”, but has been changed in accordance with the Erratum on page xiii.

In the Contents, the lifespan dates for several poets were omitted.

The book printed the names of the Poets at the top of each page; in this eBook, their names precede their first poem.

Accent marks have been retained, even though other books do not necessarily use them in the same poems. One example of this may be found on page 13, in the ninth line of “King Harry To His Soldiers”: “aspèct”.

Page 78: “who saw me tried too sorely” was misprinted as “tired”.

Page 186: The verse “Knell for the onset!” was printed unindented, but the pattern of the poem suggests that it should be indented, and other books do indent it.

Page 261: “I bid thee, Hail!” was misprinted as “the”.

The hyphenation in some Index entries was changed to match the referenced pages.