But the Consul’s brow was sad,
And the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall,
And darkly at the foe.... moreBut the Consul’s brow was sad,
And the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall,
And darkly at the foe.
‘Their van will be upon us
Before the bridge goes down;
And if they once may win the bridge,
What hope to save the town?’
The waves take awful toll of them,
And spent from bloody fights,
And irksome northland winters long,
And dreary winter’s nights,... moreThe waves take awful toll of them,
And spent from bloody fights,
And irksome northland winters long,
And dreary winter’s nights,
Their dragon-ships hauled high and dry,
Hostage to ice and fogs,
They huddle round their longhouse fires
With their brawling half-wild dogs.
who thinks Palgrave's poem about the Battle of Crecy is awful? No, ah well, there's no accounting for taste is there? Besides, tastes change don't they? And talking of the Hundred ... morewho thinks Palgrave's poem about the Battle of Crecy is awful? No, ah well, there's no accounting for taste is there? Besides, tastes change don't they? And talking of the Hundred Years War, how is it that only ONE poem was ever written about the first great battle of that war?
To be precise book (s) that talk about Capital of those countries, direction, (north to West), where about it lies / near st ceans... (ceanso(oceans sort ca sorry cant delete mista... moreTo be precise book (s) that talk about Capital of those countries, direction, (north to West), where about it lies / near st ceans... (ceanso(oceans sort ca sorry cant delete mistakes on phone lol)...
