Lays of Ancient RomeLongmans, Green, Reader, & Dyer, 1867 - 210 Seiten |
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... proud . The exploits of Athelstane were commemorated by the Anglo - Saxons , and those of Canute by the Danes , in rude poems , of which a few fragments have come down to The chants of the Welsh harpers preserved , through us . ages of ...
... proud . The exploits of Athelstane were commemorated by the Anglo - Saxons , and those of Canute by the Danes , in rude poems , of which a few fragments have come down to The chants of the Welsh harpers preserved , through us . ages of ...
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... proud patrician blood , all worthy to be attended by the fasces , and to command the legions . A sad and anxious retinue of friends accompanies the adventurers through the streets ; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by the shouts ...
... proud patrician blood , all worthy to be attended by the fasces , and to command the legions . A sad and anxious retinue of friends accompanies the adventurers through the streets ; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by the shouts ...
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... proud , cowardly and cruel . They were tried in danger and found wanting . They fled before the Moors , and once , when a lion broke out of his den , they ran and crouched in an unseemly hiding place . They knew that they were despised ...
... proud , cowardly and cruel . They were tried in danger and found wanting . They fled before the Moors , and once , when a lion broke out of his den , they ran and crouched in an unseemly hiding place . They knew that they were despised ...
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... proud of the military glory of his country , sick of the disputes of factions , and much given to pining after good old times which had never really existed . The allusion , however , to the partial manner in which the public lands were ...
... proud of the military glory of his country , sick of the disputes of factions , and much given to pining after good old times which had never really existed . The allusion , however , to the partial manner in which the public lands were ...
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... proud mart of Pisa , Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of ...
... proud mart of Pisa , Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of ...
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ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Bentley's assertion Black Auster blood brave days bridge broadsword Brutus Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium coin Consul Cossus Dionysius Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus Fathers fight foes Forum fought Gabii Gaul gown Greece Greek hand hath head Herminius Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah king Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Lartius Latian name Latin Licinian Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus Marcus minstrels Nævius numbers o'er Patricians pilum Plebeians poem poet poetry Pontiff Porcian height Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Pyrrhus ranks Roman Rome Rome's Romulus round Second Punic War shield shout slain smote songs spake spear spolia opima steeds stood story strange sword Tarentum Tarquin Terentianus Maurus thee thou thrice Tiber Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius Vesta's victory Volscian
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Seite 56 - 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 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 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 73 - 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 72 - Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms Take thou in charge this day!" So he spake, and speaking, sheathed The good sword by his side, And with his harness on his back Plunged headlong in the tide.
Seite 47 - There be thirty chosen prophets, The wisest of the land, Who alway by Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand. Evening and morn the thirty Have turned the verses o'er, Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore...
Seite 54 - 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 the Gaul.
Seite 77 - And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within...
Seite 68 - But all Etruria's noblest Felt their hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses. In the path the dauntless Three: And from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood.
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...