Lays of Ancient RomeMiller, 1873 |
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... wall of a fort or convent , a pillar rich with acanthus leaves , or a frieze where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live . The theatres and temples of the Greek and the Roman were degraded into the quarries of the Turk and the Goth ...
... wall of a fort or convent , a pillar rich with acanthus leaves , or a frieze where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live . The theatres and temples of the Greek and the Roman were degraded into the quarries of the Turk and the Goth ...
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... the Consul , Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their gowns , And hied them to the wall . XIX . They held a council standing Before the River - gate ; 7 Short time was there , ye well may guess , HORATIUS . 57.
... the Consul , Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their gowns , And hied them to the wall . XIX . They held a council standing Before the River - gate ; 7 Short time was there , ye well may guess , HORATIUS . 57.
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... wall , And darkly at the foe . " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge , What hope to save the town ? " XXVII . Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the gate : " To every ...
... wall , And darkly at the foe . " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge , What hope to save the town ? " XXVII . Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the gate : " To every ...
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... walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark . No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail . " XLI . But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes . A wild and ...
... walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark . No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail . " XLI . But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes . A wild and ...
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... walls of Rome As to the highest turret - tops Was splashed the yellow foam LVI . 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 ...
... walls of Rome As to the highest turret - tops Was splashed the yellow foam LVI . 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 ...
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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.