The Blood and Breath: A System of Exercise for the Lungs and LimbsGoodyear's rubber curler Company, 1876 - 95 pages |
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Page 38 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 39 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Page 39 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 38 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd...
Page 39 - Into. the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred* Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners. there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd : Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke ; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 81 - My boy! it is naught but a wreath of the cloud." "Oh, pretty child! come — wilt thou go with me! With many gay sports will I gambol with thee; There are flowers of all hues on our fairy strand — My mother shall weave thee robes golden and grand." "Oh, father! my father! and dost thou not hear What the Erl-king is whispering low in mine ear?" "Be quiet, my darling! thy hearing deceives; 'Tis but the wind whistling among the crisp leaves.
Page 75 - Half yet remains, old boy," he cries, While pouring down the wine — " Hadst thou not play'd me such a trick, It would have all been thine ! " Hans Vogel speaketh in the tongue Of his good Fatherland — The Frenchman hears an alien sound And cannot understand, But he can taste the warm red wine And feel the kindly hand. See ! looking in Hans Vogel's face He stirs his grizzly head — Up, smiling, goes the grim moustache O'er cheeks as gray as lead — With one last glimmer of the eyes, He smiles,...
Page 83 - Trembling with horror stood Mrs. Byrde, Unable to speak a single word ; She staggered and fell in the nearest chair, On the left of the Junior Warden there, And scarcely noticed, so loud the groans, That the chair was made of human bones. Of human bones ! on grinning skulls That ghastly throne of horror rolls, — Those skulls, the skulls that Morgan bore ! Those bones, the bones that Morgan wore ! His scalp across the top was flung, His teeth around the arms were strung, — Never in all romance...
Page 19 - The ascent of foul air to the top of the room dictates its exit in that direction, rather than low down at the mouth of the chimney. It is conceived by some that the carbonic acid of the breath, from its greater weight, must be chiefly at the bottom of the room ; but this is a mistake. The heated breath ascends instantly, because it is...
Page 72 - ... the clouds o'erhead The fingers of the setting sun Are pointing down blood-red, — Beneath, on the white battlefield, Lie strewn the drifts of dead. No breath, no stir ; but everywhere The cold Frost crawleth slow, And Frank and Teuton side by side Lie stiffening in the snow, — While piteously each marble face Gleams in the ruby glow. No sound ; but yonder midst the dead There stands one steed snow-white, And clinging to its chilly mane, Half swooning, yet upright, Its rider totters, breathing...