Lays of Ancient RomeGinn, 1899 - 145 Seiten |
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... prince of the Jaloffs , won over Abdulkader , the Mussulman tyrant of Foota Torra . This species of poetry attained a high degree of excellence among the Castilians before they began to copy Tuscan 20 patterns . It attained a still ...
... prince of the Jaloffs , won over Abdulkader , the Mussulman tyrant of Foota Torra . This species of poetry attained a high degree of excellence among the Castilians before they began to copy Tuscan 20 patterns . It attained a still ...
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... Prince , would be to violate all dramatic propriety . The old Romans had some great virtues , fortitude , temperance , veracity , spirit to resist oppression , respect for legitimate authority , fidelity in the observing 20 of contracts ...
... Prince , would be to violate all dramatic propriety . The old Romans had some great virtues , fortitude , temperance , veracity , spirit to resist oppression , respect for legitimate authority , fidelity in the observing 20 of contracts ...
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... Prince of the Latian name . 95 XIII . But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright ; From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight . 100 A mile around the city The throng stopped up the HORATIUS . 33.
... Prince of the Latian name . 95 XIII . But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright ; From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight . 100 A mile around the city The throng stopped up the HORATIUS . 33.
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... Prince of the Latian name ; And by the left false Sextus , That wrought the deed of shame . 195 200 XXV . But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes , A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose . On the house - tops ...
... Prince of the Latian name ; And by the left false Sextus , That wrought the deed of shame . 195 200 XXV . But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes , A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose . On the house - tops ...
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... Prince of the Latian name ; Upon his head a helmet Of red gold shone like flame ; High on a gallant charger Of dark - gray hue he rode ; Over his gilded armor A vest of purple flowed , Woven in the land of sunrise By Syria's dark ...
... Prince of the Latian name ; Upon his head a helmet Of red gold shone like flame ; High on a gallant charger Of dark - gray hue he rode ; Over his gilded armor A vest of purple flowed , Woven in the land of sunrise By Syria's dark ...
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Æbutius Alba Longa Alban amain ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus Aulus axes ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath blood brave days Caius Camillus chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Cossus curule chair Decemvir Dionysius Ennius Fabius false Sextus father fight Forum Gaul gown Greece Greek hand hath Herminius hill Horatius horse Italy king Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latin Latium Licinius lictors Livy loves Lucius Lucius Sextius Macaulay Macaulay's Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius note on B. L. R. note on Hor numbers o'er patrician pilum plebeians poem poet poetry Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Rome Romulus Romulus and Remus Sacred Saturnian shout slain smote songs spake spears stood story sword Tarquin temple Terentianus Maurus thee thou thrice Tiber Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius verses Vesta Virginia Volscian word
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Seite 128 - And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Seite 38 - 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 39 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Seite 103 - And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb. The time is come. See how he points his eager hand this way ! See how his eyes gloat on thy grief like a kite's upon the prey!
Seite 50 - 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.
Seite 36 - Just then a scout came flying, All wild with haste and fear; "To arms! to arms! Sir Consul: Lars Porsena is here." On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye, And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky.
Seite 43 - But hark! the cry is Astur: And lo! the ranks divide; And the great Lord of Luna Comes with his stately stride. Upon his ample shoulders Clangs loud the fourfold shield, And in his hand he shakes the brand Which none but he can wield.
Seite 39 - And out spake strong Herminius Of Titian blood was he: " I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee." "Horatius," quoth the Consul, "As thou sayest, so let it be." And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son, nor wife, nor limb, nor life, In the brave days of old.
Seite 104 - And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine, Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line !" So spake the slayer of his child, and turned, and went his way ; But first he cast one haggard glance to where the body lay, And writhed, and groaned a fearful groan, and then, with steadfast feet, Strode right across the market-place unto the Sacred Street. Then up sprang Appius Claudius : " Stop him ; alive or dead ! Ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his head.
Seite 47 - But with a crash like thunder 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.