 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - American poetry - 1905 - 346 pages
...such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry! '-' 1605. Michael Drayten. BOADICEA WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - American poetry - 1905 - 352 pages
...such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry! 12 1605. Michael Drayton. BOADICEA WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, 4 Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage... | |
 | Ernest Pertwee - English poetry - 1906 - 432 pages
...again. BOADICEA, AD 62 BY WILLIAM COWPER WHEN the Britis^ warrior- queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary...! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, "Pis because resentment ties . . . AU the terrors of our tongues. -/' Rome shall perish — write that... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1906 - 140 pages
...To lay me down in sorrow. My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for him to-morrow.' 18. BOADICEA. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...Sought with an indignant mien Counsel of her country's goda, Sage beneath a spreading oak Sate the Druid hoary chief, Every burning word he spoke Full of... | |
 | Helen Arnold - English language - 1906 - 120 pages
...from the Roman rods, Sought with an indignant mien Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief. 228. When red hath set the beamless sun Through heavy vapors dark and dun, When the tired plowman dry... | |
 | Frank Sidgwick - Ballads, English - 1907 - 248 pages
...Brigade . LORD TENNYSON 182 NOTES 185 BALLADS AND POEMS ILLUSTRATING ENGLISH HISTORY BOADICEA « (AD 61) When the British warrior Queen, Bleeding from the..."Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, I0 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish — write that word... | |
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Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt. 
