Lays of Ancient Rome: with Ivry, and the ArmadaJ. Miller, 1862 - 181 Seiten |
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... nights and days . XIV . For aged folks on crutches , And women great with child , And mothers sobbing over babes That clung to them and smiled , And sick men borne in litters High on the necks of slaves , And troops of sun - burned ...
... nights and days . XIV . For aged folks on crutches , And women great with child , And mothers sobbing over babes That clung to them and smiled , And sick men borne in litters High on the necks of slaves , And troops of sun - burned ...
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... night and day , For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay . XVII . To eastward and to westward Have spread the Tuscan bands ; Nor house , nor fence , nor dovecote In Crustumerium stands . Verbenna down to Ostia Hath ...
... night and day , For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay . XVII . To eastward and to westward Have spread the Tuscan bands ; Nor house , nor fence , nor dovecote In Crustumerium stands . Verbenna down to Ostia Hath ...
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... night ; And they made a molten image , And set it up on high , And there it stands unto this day To witness if I lie . LXVI . It stands in the Comitium , Plain for all folk to see ; Horatius in his harness , Halting upon one knee : And ...
... night ; And they made a molten image , And set it up on high , And there it stands unto this day To witness if I lie . LXVI . It stands in the Comitium , Plain for all folk to see ; Horatius in his harness , Halting upon one knee : And ...
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... 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 ; LXIX ...
... 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 ; LXIX ...
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... headed men , To keep the walls of Rome . Hard by the Lake Regillus Our camp was pitched at night : Eastward a mile the Latines lay , Under the Porcian height . Far over hill and valley Their mighty host was spread 86 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... headed men , To keep the walls of Rome . Hard by the Lake Regillus Our camp was pitched at night : Eastward a mile the Latines lay , Under the Porcian height . Far over hill and valley Their mighty host was spread 86 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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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...