Lays of Ancient Rome: with Ivry, and the ArmadaJ. Miller, 1862 - 181 Seiten |
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... are fourscore thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . XII . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath 44 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... are fourscore thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . XII . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath 44 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... The terror of the Gaul . XXIII . And plainly and more plainly Now might the burghers know , By port and vest , by horse and crest , Each warlike Lucumo . There Cilnius of Arretium On his fleet roan was seen 48 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... The terror of the Gaul . XXIII . And plainly and more plainly Now might the burghers know , By port and vest , by horse and crest , Each warlike Lucumo . There Cilnius of Arretium On his fleet roan was seen 48 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... 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 , Rejoicing to 60 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... 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 , Rejoicing to 60 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force ; * Yet , through good heart and our Lady's grace , At length he gained the landing place . " Lay of the Last Minstrel , I. LXIV . And now he feels the bottom ; Now HORATIUS . 63.
... horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force ; * Yet , through good heart and our Lady's grace , At length he gained the landing place . " Lay of the Last Minstrel , I. LXIV . And now he feels the bottom ; Now HORATIUS . 63.
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... horses , instead of driving chariots . The mass of fighting men is hardly mentioned . The leaders single each other out , and engage hand to hand . The great object of the warriors on both sides is , as in the Iliad , to obtain ...
... horses , instead of driving chariots . The mass of fighting men is hardly mentioned . The leaders single each other out , and engage hand to hand . The great object of the warriors on both sides is , as in the Iliad , to obtain ...
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Bentley's assertion Black Auster blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul cried Curius Dionysius Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy Lord loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius never night numbers o'er Patricians pilum Plebeians poem poet poetry Pontiff Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Quintilis ranks rode Roman Rome Rome's Romulus round Second Punic War shield shout slain smote songs spake spears steed stood story strange sword Tarentum Tarquin Terentianus Maurus thee thou thrice Tiber Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius verses Volscian
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Seite 170 - 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, " God save our Lord the King...
Seite 50 - 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, XXVIII.
Seite 61 - 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,
Seite 169 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy cornfields green and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France ! 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 60 - 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 62 - 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 171 - 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 170 - Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array; With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Seite 181 - Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still : All night from tower to tower they sprang ; they sprang from hill to hill...
Seite 173 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That 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...