Lays of Ancient RomeMiller, 1873 |
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... swords they drew And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow way ; XXXVII . Aunus from green Tifernum , Lord of the Hill of Vines ; And Seius , whose eight hundred slaves Sicken in Ilva's mines ; And Picus , long to ...
... swords they drew And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow way ; XXXVII . Aunus from green Tifernum , Lord of the Hill of Vines ; And Seius , whose eight hundred slaves Sicken in Ilva's mines ; And Picus , long to ...
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... , So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out 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 72 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... , So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out 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 72 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... sword by his side , And with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . LX . 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 ...
... sword by his side , And with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . LX . 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 ...
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... sword of Aulus bites ; And all our city calls him The man of seventy fights . Then let him be Dictator For six months and no more , And have a Master of the Knights . And axes twenty - four . " IX . So Aulus was Dictator , The man of ...
... sword of Aulus bites ; And all our city calls him The man of seventy fights . Then let him be Dictator For six months and no more , And have a Master of the Knights . And axes twenty - four . " IX . So Aulus was Dictator , The man of ...
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... sword and shield , The rush of squadrons sweeping Like whirlwinds o'er the plain , The shouting of the slayers , And screeching of the slain . XV . False Sextus rode out foremost : His look BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS . 117.
... sword and shield , The rush of squadrons sweeping Like whirlwinds o'er the plain , The shouting of the slayers , And screeching of the slain . XV . False Sextus rode out foremost : His look BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS . 117.
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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.