Macaulay's Lays of Ancient RomeLongmans, Green, and Company, 1905 - 130 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 15
Seite xvi
... fell upon her knees and prayed , " Dear Uncle , do tell the truth to your little girl . Did you send the Valentine ? " Macaulay wrote in his journal , " I did not choose to tell a real lie to a child even about such a trifle , and so I ...
... fell upon her knees and prayed , " Dear Uncle , do tell the truth to your little girl . Did you send the Valentine ? " Macaulay wrote in his journal , " I did not choose to tell a real lie to a child even about such a trifle , and so I ...
Seite 15
... fell pirate ! No more , aghast and pale , From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark . No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail . " xli But now no sound ...
... fell pirate ! No more , aghast and pale , From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark . No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail . " xli But now no sound ...
Seite 16
... he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out 380 Behind the Tuscan's head . xlvi And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke , As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder - smitten oak 16 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME.
... he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out 380 Behind the Tuscan's head . xlvi And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke , As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder - smitten oak 16 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME.
Seite 19
... Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream : And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome , As to the highest turret - tops Was splashed the yellow foam . lvi And , like a ...
... Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream : And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome , As to the highest turret - tops Was splashed the yellow foam . lvi And , like a ...
Seite 34
... fell . Woe to the maid whose lover Shall cross his path to - day ! False Sextus saw , and trembled , And turned , and fled away . As turns , as flies , the woodman In the Calabrian brake , When through the reeds gleams the round eye Of ...
... fell . Woe to the maid whose lover Shall cross his path to - day ! False Sextus saw , and trembled , And turned , and fled away . As turns , as flies , the woodman In the Calabrian brake , When through the reeds gleams the round eye Of ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome, and Other Poems Thomas Babington Macaulay Macaulay,W Patterson Atkinson Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alba Longa Amulius ancient Appius Claudius Aulus ballad-poetry ballads Battle of Lake beneath blood born brave bridge Caius Castor and Pollux Claudian Clusium Consul curule chair Edited Essay Etruria Etruscan false Sextus Fathers fight foes Forum fought Gabii Gate gown Greek hand hath head heart helmet Henry of Navarre Herminius hill Hurrah Introduction and Notes King Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latin Latium Licinius lictors literature looked Lord Lucius Sextius Macaulay MACAULAY'S PREFACE Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels never night note on Battle note on Horatius o'er Patricians Ph.D Plebeians poem poet poetry Professor of English Professor of Rhetoric proud purple Pyrrhus Reading river Roman Rome round shield slain slaves spake spears speech stanza stood story sword Tarentum Tarquin temple thee thou thrice throne Tiber Titus to-day town Tribunes triumph Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius Vesta victory Virginia Volscian
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 21 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear. All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Seite 11 - 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? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Seite 85 - And hark! like the roar of the billows on the shore, The cry of battle rises along their charging line! For God! for the cause! — for the Church! for the laws! For Charles, king of England, and Rupert of the Rhine!
Seite 77 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 83 - Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still : All night from tower to tower they sprang ; they sprang from hill to hill...
Seite 8 - I wis, in all the Senate, There was no heart so bold. But sore it ached and fast it beat, When that ill news was told. Forthwith up rose the Consul, Up rose the Fathers all; In haste they girded up their gowns And hied them to the wall.
Seite 81 - Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Caesar's eagle shield.
Seite 78 - Oh! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our Sovereign Lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Right well fought all the Frenchmen who fought for France to-day; And many a lordly banner God gave them for a prey. But we of the religion have borne us best in fight; And the good Lord of Rosny hath ta'en the cornet white.
Seite 5 - The harvests of Arretium This year old men shall reap; This year young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep; And in the vats of Luna This year the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome.
Seite 22 - And now he feels the bottom; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now, with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.