Lays of ancient Rome: with "Ivry" and "The armada" by Thomas Babington MacaulayBernh. Tauchnitz Jun., 1851 - 240 Seiten |
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... home , And there ta'en horse to tell the camp what deeds are done in Rome . By this the flood of people was swollen from every side , And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing tide ; And close around the body ...
... home , And there ta'en horse to tell the camp what deeds are done in Rome . By this the flood of people was swollen from every side , And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing tide ; And close around the body ...
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Alba Longa ancient Rome Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Bentley's assertion Black Auster blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul cried Curius Dionysius Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Herminius Horatius horse Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Lays of ancient Licinius lictors Livy Lord loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius never numbers o'er Patricians pilum Plebeians poem poet poetry Pontiff Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Quintilis ranks rode Roman Romulus round rushed Second Punic War shield shout slain smile smote songs spake spears steed stood story strange sword Tarquin Terentianus Maurus thee thou thrice Tiber Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius verses Volscian
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Seite 59 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great : Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Seite 73 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Seite 237 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; ; . And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Seite 43 - LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more. By the Nine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his messengers ride forth, East and west and south and north, To summon his array.
Seite 75 - 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 225 - In all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume Upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, And a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, And his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, As rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Seite 71 - Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.
Seite 70 - Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home! Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome.
Seite 224 - And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 44 - East and west and south and north The messengers ride fast, And tower and town and cottage Have heard the trumpet's blast. Shame on the false Etruscan Who lingers in his home, When Porsena of Clusium Is on the march for Rome.