Lays of Ancient RomeMiller, 1873 |
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... hill ; Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear ; Best of all pools the fowler loves The great Volsinian mere . VII . But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill ; No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the ...
... hill ; Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear ; Best of all pools the fowler loves The great Volsinian mere . VII . But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill ; No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the ...
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... 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 whirlwind come ; And louder still , and still more loud From underneath that rolling ...
... 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 whirlwind come ; And louder still , and still more loud From underneath that rolling ...
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... Hill of Vines ; And Seius , whose eight hundred slaves Sicken in Ilva's mines ; And Picus , long to Clusium Vassal in peace and war , Who led to fight his Umbrian powers From that gray crag where , girt with towers The fortress of ...
... Hill of Vines ; And Seius , whose eight hundred slaves Sicken in Ilva's mines ; And Picus , long to Clusium Vassal in peace and war , Who led to fight his Umbrian powers From that gray crag where , girt with towers The fortress of ...
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... Hill , The proud Ides of Quintilis Shall have such honour still . Gay are the Martian Kalends : December's Nones are gay : But the proud Ides , when the squadron rides , Shall be Rome's whitest day . II . Unto the Great Twin Brethren We ...
... Hill , The proud Ides of Quintilis Shall have such honour still . Gay are the Martian Kalends : December's Nones are gay : But the proud Ides , when the squadron rides , Shall be Rome's whitest day . II . Unto the Great Twin Brethren We ...
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... hill , And through all turns of weal and woo Followed proud Tarquin still . Now right across proud Tarquin A corpse was Julius laid ; And Titus groaned with rage and grief . And at Valerius made . Valerius struck at Titus , And lopped ...
... hill , And through all turns of weal and woo Followed proud Tarquin still . Now right across proud Tarquin A corpse was Julius laid ; And Titus groaned with rage and grief . And at Valerius made . Valerius struck at Titus , And lopped ...
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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.