Lays of Ancient Rome: with Ivry, and the ArmadaJ. Miller, 1862 - 181 páginas |
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... turning away with contempt from the rude lays which had delighted their fathers , and giving their whole admi- ration to the immortal productions of Greece . The national romances , neglected by the great and the refined whose education ...
... turning away with contempt from the rude lays which had delighted their fathers , and giving their whole admi- ration to the immortal productions of Greece . The national romances , neglected by the great and the refined whose education ...
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... turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore . X. And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given : " Go forth , go forth , Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and ...
... turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore . X. And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given : " Go forth , go forth , Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and ...
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... turned the blow . The blow , though turned , came yet too nigh ; It missed his helm , but gashed his thigh : The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow . XLV . He reeled , and on Herminius He leaned 56 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... turned the blow . The blow , though turned , came yet too nigh ; It missed his helm , but gashed his thigh : The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow . XLV . He reeled , and on Herminius He leaned 56 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... turned back in dread : And , white with fea and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way Where , wallowing in a pool of blood , The bravest Tuscans lay . LIII . But meanwhile axe and lever Have manfully been plied ; And now the bridge hangs ...
... turned back in dread : And , white with fea and hatred , Scowled at the narrow way Where , wallowing in a pool of blood , The bravest Tuscans lay . LIII . But meanwhile axe and lever Have manfully been plied ; And now the bridge hangs ...
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... turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . LV . But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the ...
... turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . LV . But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the ...
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Lays of Ancient Rome: With Ivry And, the Armada Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay Visualização completa - 1865 |
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...