Lays of Ancient RomeMiller, 1873 |
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... spears . XXII . And plainly and more plainly , Above that glimmering line , Now might ye see the banners Of twelve fair cities shine ; But the banner of proud Clusium Was highest of them all , The terror of the Umbrian , The terror of ...
... spears . XXII . And plainly and more plainly , Above that glimmering line , Now might ye see the banners Of twelve fair cities shine ; But the banner of proud Clusium Was highest of them all , The terror of the Umbrian , The terror of ...
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... As that great host , with measured tread , And spears advanced , and ensigns spread , Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head , Where stood the dauntless Three . XXXVI . The Three stood calm and silent And looked HORATIUS . 67 49.
... As that great host , with measured tread , And spears advanced , and ensigns spread , Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head , Where stood the dauntless Three . XXXVI . The Three stood calm and silent And looked HORATIUS . 67 49.
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... and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' lengths from the entrance Halted that deep array , And for a space no man came forth To win the narrow way . XLII . But hark ! the cry is Astur : 70 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME . 19.
... and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' lengths from the entrance Halted that deep array , And for a space no man came forth To win the narrow way . XLII . But hark ! the cry is Astur : 70 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME . 19.
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... spears The thirty standards rose . From every warlike city That boasts the Latian name , Foredoomed to dogs and vultures , That gallant army came ; From Setia's purple vineyards , From Norba's ancient wall , From the white streets of ...
... spears The thirty standards rose . From every warlike city That boasts the Latian name , Foredoomed to dogs and vultures , That gallant army came ; From Setia's purple vineyards , From Norba's ancient wall , From the white streets of ...
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... spear . XVI . But far to north butius , The Master of the Knights , Gave Tubero of Norba To feed the Porcian kites . Next under those red horse - hoofs Flaccus of Setia lay ; Better had he been pruning Among his elms that day . Mamilius ...
... spear . XVI . But far to north butius , The Master of the Knights , Gave Tubero of Norba To feed the Porcian kites . Next under those red horse - hoofs Flaccus of Setia lay ; Better had he been pruning Among his elms that day . Mamilius ...
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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.