Lays of Ancient RomeCarey and Hart, 1843 - 118 pages |
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... lars have , since the time of Beaufort , ventured to deny . It is certain that , more than three hundred and sixty ... Porsena , and the issue of the war with Bren- nus , were grossly misrepresented . Under these circum- stances a wise ...
... lars have , since the time of Beaufort , ventured to deny . It is certain that , more than three hundred and sixty ... Porsena , and the issue of the war with Bren- nus , were grossly misrepresented . Under these circum- stances a wise ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand : Evening and morn the Thirty Have turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers 32 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand : Evening and morn the Thirty Have turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers 32 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and return in glory To Clusium's royal dome ; And hang round Nurscia's altars The golden shields of Rome . " 11 . And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ; The foot are ...
... Lars Porsena ; Go forth , beloved of Heaven ; Go , and return in glory To Clusium's royal dome ; And hang round Nurscia's altars The golden shields of Rome . " 11 . And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ; The foot are ...
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... Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . 21 . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more ...
... Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . 21 . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more ...
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Lays of Ancient Rome: With "Ivry" and "The Armada." Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay Affichage du livre entier - 1851 |
Lays of Ancient Rome with Ivry and the Armada Thomas Babington Macaulay Affichage du livre entier - 1874 |
Lays of Ancient Rome: With Ivry and The Armada Thomas Babington Macaulay Affichage du livre entier - 1881 |
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Page 47 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And, like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream : And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
Page 48 - 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,
Page 40 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Page 44 - Then, whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height, 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 his helm, but gashed his thigh : The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow.
Page 38 - 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...
Page 47 - 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.
Page 50 - 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.
Page 48 - 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.
Page 30 - East and west and south and north The messengers ride fast, And tower and town and cottage Have heard the trumpet's blast. Shame on the false Etruscan Who lingers in his home, When Porsena of Clusium Is on the march for Rome.
Page 50 - Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus — " Will not the villain drown ? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " "Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena, " And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.