Lays of Ancient RomeMiller, 1873 |
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... loves of the Vestal and the God of War , the cradle laid among the reeds of Tiber , the fig - tree , the she- wolf , the shepherd's cabin , the recognition , the fratricide , the rape of the Sabines , the death of Tarpeia , the fall of ...
... loves of the Vestal and the God of War , the cradle laid among the reeds of Tiber , the fig - tree , the she- wolf , the shepherd's cabin , the recognition , the fratricide , the rape of the Sabines , the death of Tarpeia , the fall of ...
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... the highest civilization , never for a moment ceased to love and admire their old ballads were the Greeks . That the early Romans should have had ballad- poetry , and that this poetry should have perished , 16 PREFACE .
... the highest civilization , never for a moment ceased to love and admire their old ballads were the Greeks . That the early Romans should have had ballad- poetry , and that this poetry should have perished , 16 PREFACE .
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... love , and set forth on a journey with Doña Elvira and Doña Sol . In a solitary place the bridegrooms seized their brides , stripped them , scourged them , and departed , leaving them for dead . But one of the house of Bivar ...
... love , and set forth on a journey with Doña Elvira and Doña Sol . In a solitary place the bridegrooms seized their brides , stripped them , scourged them , and departed , leaving them for dead . But one of the house of Bivar ...
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... love of war for its own sake , the ungene- rous exultation over the vanquished , which the reader will sometimes observe . To portray a Roman of the age of Camillus or Curius as superior to national antipathies , as mourning over the ...
... love of war for its own sake , the ungene- rous exultation over the vanquished , which the reader will sometimes observe . To portray a Roman of the age of Camillus or Curius as superior to national antipathies , as mourning over the ...
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... loves The great Volsinian mere . VII . But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill ; No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the Ciminian hill ; Unwatched along Clitumnus Grazes the milk - white steer ; Unharmed the water ...
... loves The great Volsinian mere . VII . But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill ; No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the Ciminian hill ; Unwatched along Clitumnus Grazes the milk - white steer ; Unharmed the water ...
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus Auster ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Curius Dionysius early Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus fast Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Henry of Navarre Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius maid Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius numbers o'er Patricians pilum Plebeians poem poet poetry Pontiff Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Quintilis rode Roman Rome Romulus round rushed Second Punic War shield shout slain smile smote songs spake spears stood story strange sword Tarquin Terentianus Maurus thee thou thrice Tiber tion Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren Unto Valerius verses Volscian
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Seite 255 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Seite 244 - 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 65 - 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 83 - And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome, As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old.
Seite 61 - 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 49 - 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 242 - 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 77 - And like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded, Rejoicing to be free; And whirling down in fierce career Battlement and plank and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 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, "Now yield...
Seite 253 - For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Seite 54 - But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright : From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight. A mile around the city, The throng stopped up the ways ; A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days.