 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...  Critical, Historical, and Miscellaneous Essays and Poems - Pagina 779door Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1880Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1843 - 626 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side ; And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank;...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.' — pp. 6*7-72. The reward of Horatius is thus given; and, in our judgment, happily suggests the simplicity... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And. with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank,...lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; Ami when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even... | |
 | 1842 - 416 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapt'rous cry, And e'en the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 606 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. J No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lipa antl straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 604 pagina’s
...harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bunk ; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stnnd gazing where he sunk ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current. Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pagina’s
...sheath'd The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plung'd headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing when he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1849 - 224 pagina’s
...bank ; V 4 But friends and foes in dumb surprise, < W-T_. ^ With parted lips and straining eye?, BE Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. LXI. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing... | |
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