The Lays of Ancient RomeH. Altemus Company, 1889 - 191 páginas |
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Lays of Ancient Rome: With "Ivry" and "The Armada." Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay Visualização completa - 1851 |
Lays of Ancient Rome: With "Ivry" and "The Armada" Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay Visualização completa - 1851 |
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Black Auster blood brave days broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Curius Dionysius early Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus fast Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought Gabii gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius maid Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius night numbers o'er Patricians 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 Tarentum 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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Página 244 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. 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 rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 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.
Página 60 - But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes, A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose. On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed, No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist.
Página 74 - 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, All shrank, like boys who unaware, Ranging the woods to start a hare, Come to the mouth of the dark lair Where, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood. Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack; But those behind cried "Forward!
Página 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.
Página 54 - And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men; The foot 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.
Página 68 - Three stood calm and silent. And looked upon the foes. And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose : And forth three chiefs came spurring Before that deep array; To earth they sprang, their swords they drew, And lifted high their shields, and flew To win the narrow way: Aunus from green Tifernum...
Página 64 - 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.
Página 241 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh 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.
Página 244 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.