Lays of Ancient Rome, with Jory and the ArmadaLongmans, Green, 1887 - 191 Seiten |
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... thrice accursed sail . ' XLI . But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes . A wild and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' length from the entrance Halted that deep 30 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... thrice accursed sail . ' XLI . But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes . A wild and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' length from the entrance Halted that deep 30 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... , muttering low , Gaze on the blasted head . JRW 1879 XLVII . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain Ere he wrenched out the steel . D ' And see , ' he cried , ' the. HORATIUS . 33.
... , muttering low , Gaze on the blasted head . JRW 1879 XLVII . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain Ere he wrenched out the steel . D ' And see , ' he cried , ' the. HORATIUS . 33.
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... they gave him greeting loud , ' Now welcome , welcome , Sextus ! Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay , and turn away ? Here lies the road to Rome . ' LII . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice HORATIUS . 35.
... they gave him greeting loud , ' Now welcome , welcome , Sextus ! Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay , and turn away ? Here lies the road to Rome . ' LII . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice HORATIUS . 35.
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Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay. LII . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice looked he at the dead ; And thrice came on in fury , And thrice turned back in dread : And , white with fear and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way ...
Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay. LII . Thrice looked he at the city ; Thrice looked he at the dead ; And thrice came on in fury , And thrice turned back in dread : And , white with fear and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way ...
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... 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 thee to our grace . ' LVIII . Round turned ...
... 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 thee to our grace . ' LVIII . Round turned ...
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Seite 177 - 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 38 - 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 178 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man, But out spake gentle Henry "No Frenchman is my foe. Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go...
Seite 180 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Seite 190 - ... din, As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight from wild Blackheath the warlike errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent. Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright couriers forth...
Seite 14 - 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.
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 24 - 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 97 - This day, by Lake Regillus, Under the Porcian height, All in the lands of Tusculum Was fought a glorious fight. To-morrow your Dictator Shall bring in triumph home The spoils of thirty cities To deck the shrines of Rome...
Seite 24 - And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast, And for the holy maidens Who feed the eternal flame, To save them from false Sextus That wrought the deed of shame ? ' Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may ; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me ?