 They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air: Oh!  The castles and abbeys of England - Pàgina 66per William Beattie - 1844 - 10 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Philological Society (Great Britain) - 1920 - 438 pàgines
...picture of that fight is certainly applicable to present conditions, with aircraft battling overhead : ' As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air.' " — Daily Chronicle, April 15, 1918. Not long after copying out the above lines a friend introduced... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale (Jr.) - 1921 - 280 pàgines
...weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and...men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air ; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. Long... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1923 - 896 pàgines
...weapon-point they close. They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword -sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous...earth, And fiends in upper air : Oh ! life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. Long looked the anxious... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 pàgines
...weapon-point they close. — They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust ; • And such a yell was there. Of sudden...fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air : Oh I life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. Long... | |
 | 1930 - 516 pàgines
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 | George Carver - 1930 - 408 pàgines
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 | 1910 - 874 pàgines
...whirls along with a cyclonic rhythm that sets the feet to tramping and the blood to boiling. And §uch here was none of nobler disposition than Sir Henry...perfect sincerity, — How happy is he bor" requirin were in the shout. Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. This particular band... | |
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