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advance Afghan Akbar already answer arms army arrival body British brought called camp cantonments Captain chiefs clear command courage danger demanded Elphinstone enemy eyes face fact fight fire followed force forward four friends gave Ghilzais give given gone Government guard guns half hand Haughton head heart Herat hills hold honour hope horse hundred Jalālabad Kabul keep Khan knew Lady Lawrence leave less letter lives looked Lord Mackenzie Macnaghten Mahomed matter miles mind months morning move never night Nott officers once party passed plain Pollock position Pottinger Pottinger's prisoners proved reached regiment remained rest rode round Sahib Sale seemed sent Shelton snow soldiers soon sound spirit things thought thousand till troops turned valley walls whole women wounded wrote
Page 309 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 189 - Behold, I have taken out of thine hand the cup of trembling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury ; thou shalt no more drink it again : but I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee ; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.
Page 394 - The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth. 3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.
Page 387 - In the faith of little children we lay down and died. On the sand-drift — on the veldt-side — in the fernscrub we lay, That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root, And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! Follow after — we are waiting by the trails that we lost For the sound of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
Page 394 - Where is now their God? 11 O let the vengeance of Thy servants' blood that is shed : be openly shewed upon the heathen in our sight. 12 O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before Thee : according to the greatness of Thy power, preserve Thou those that are appointed to die.
Page 446 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...