Lays of Ancient Rome: And Other PoemsE.H. Butler, 1868 - 271 Seiten |
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... the marsh , the women rushing with torn raiment and dishevelled hair between their fathers and their husbands , the nightly meetings of Numa and the Nymph by the well in the sacred grove , the fight of the PREFACE . 7.
... the marsh , the women rushing with torn raiment and dishevelled hair between their fathers and their husbands , the nightly meetings of Numa and the Nymph by the well in the sacred grove , the fight of the PREFACE . 7.
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... Rushed on the Roman Three ; And Lausulus of Urgo , The rover of the sea ; And Aruns of Volsinium , Who slew the great wild boar , The great wild boar that had his den Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen , And wasted fields , and slaughtered ...
... Rushed on the Roman Three ; And Lausulus of Urgo , The rover of the sea ; And Aruns of Volsinium , Who slew the great wild boar , The great wild boar that had his den Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen , And wasted fields , and slaughtered ...
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... she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay : But will ye dare to follow , If Astur clears the way ? " XLIV . Then , whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height , He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all his HORATIUS . 71.
... she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay : But will ye dare to follow , If Astur clears the way ? " XLIV . Then , whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height , He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all his HORATIUS . 71.
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And Other Poems Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay. He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all his might . With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow . The blow , though turned , came yet too nigh ; It missed ...
And Other Poems Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay. He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all his might . With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow . The blow , though turned , came yet too nigh ; It missed ...
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... Rushed headlong to the sea . LVII . 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 ...
... Rushed headlong to the sea . LVII . 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 ...
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Black Auster blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Curius Dionysius 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 steed 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 245 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 50 - 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 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 59 - And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more loud, From underneath that rolling cloud, Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud, The trampling, and the hum. And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears, Far to left and far to right, In broken gleams of dark-blue light, The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears.
Seite 79 - 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 79 - 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 82 - And now he feels the bottom ; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Seite 65 - And out spake strong Herminius, Of Titian blood was he: "I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee." XXXI. "Horatius," quoth the Consul, "As thou sayest, so let it be." And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old.
Seite 75 - Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack; But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried "Back!" And backward now and forward Wavers the deep array; And on the tossing sea of steel. To and fro the standards reel ; And the victorious trumpet-peal Dies fitfully away.
Seite 83 - 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...