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Page 58
... fear : " To arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul ; 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 . XXI . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red ...
... fear : " To arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul ; 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 . XXI . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red ...
Page 76
... fear 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 tottering Above the boiling tide ...
... fear 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 tottering Above the boiling tide ...
Page 171
... fear His lowering brow , his curling mouth , Which alway seemed to sneer : That brow of hate , that mouth of scorn , Marks all the kindred still ; For never was there Claudius yet But wished the Commons ill : Nor lacks he fit attendance ...
... fear His lowering brow , his curling mouth , Which alway seemed to sneer : That brow of hate , that mouth of scorn , Marks all the kindred still ; For never was there Claudius yet But wished the Commons ill : Nor lacks he fit attendance ...
Page 237
... morning - land The camel bears the spice ; Where Atlas flings his shadow Far o'er the western foam , Shall be great fear on all who hear The mighty name of Rome . La S IVRY ; A SONG OF THE HUGUENOTS . THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS . 237.
... morning - land The camel bears the spice ; Where Atlas flings his shadow Far o'er the western foam , Shall be great fear on all who hear The mighty name of Rome . La S IVRY ; A SONG OF THE HUGUENOTS . THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS . 237.
Page 262
... fear , Shall cry , Alack ! They come ! Fling the fascines ; -tear up the spikes ; And forward , one and all . Down , down with all their train - band pikes , Down with their mud - built wall . Quarter ? -Foul fall your whining noise ...
... fear , Shall cry , Alack ! They come ! Fling the fascines ; -tear up the spikes ; And forward , one and all . Down , down with all their train - band pikes , Down with their mud - built wall . Quarter ? -Foul fall your whining noise ...
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus Auster ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Curius Dionysius early Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus fast Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Henry of Navarre Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius maid Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius numbers o'er Patricians pilum 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 stood story strange sword 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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Page 255 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Page 244 - And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. 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,
Page 65 - 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 83 - And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome, As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old.
Page 61 - 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...
Page 49 - 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 north, To summon his array.
Page 242 - 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.
Page 77 - And like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded, Rejoicing to be free; And whirling down in fierce career Battlement and plank and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 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, "Now yield...
Page 253 - For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Page 54 - But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright : From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight. A mile around the city, The throng stopped up the ways ; A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days.