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... proud . The exploits of Athelstane were commemorated by the Anglo - Saxons , and those of Canute by the Danes , in rude poems , of which a few fragments have come down to us . The chants of the Welsh harpers preserved , through ages of ...
... proud . The exploits of Athelstane were commemorated by the Anglo - Saxons , and those of Canute by the Danes , in rude poems , of which a few fragments have come down to us . The chants of the Welsh harpers preserved , through ages of ...
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... proud , cowardly and cruel . They were tried in danger , and found wanting . They fled before the Moors , and once , when a lion broke out of his den , they ran and crouched in an unseemly hiding - place . They knew that they were ...
... proud , cowardly and cruel . They were tried in danger , and found wanting . They fled before the Moors , and once , when a lion broke out of his den , they ran and crouched in an unseemly hiding - place . They knew that they were ...
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... proud of the military glory of his country , sick of the disputes of factions , and much giving to pining after good old times which had never really existed . The allusion , however , to the partial manner in which the public lands ...
... proud of the military glory of his country , sick of the disputes of factions , and much giving to pining after good old times which had never really existed . The allusion , however , to the partial manner in which the public lands ...
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... proud mart of Pisæ , Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of ...
... proud mart of Pisæ , Queen of the western waves , Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair - haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of ...
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... thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . XII . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath 44 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... thousand , The horse are thousands ten . Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array . A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day . XII . For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath 44 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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Page 51 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Page 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.
Page 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,
Page 62 - ... 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.
Page 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.
Page 58 - But all Etruria's noblest Felt their hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses, In the path the dauntless Three : And, from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood, All shrank, like boys who unaware, Ranging the woods to start a hare, Come to the mouth of the dark lair Where, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood. Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack ; But those behind cried
Page 63 - 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.
Page 48 - Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud, The trampling, and the hum. And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears, Far to left and far to right, In broken gleams of dark-blue light, The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears.
Page 53 - The Three stood calm and silent. And looked upon the foes. And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose : And forth three chiefs came spurring Before that deep array; To earth they sprang, their swords they drew, And lifted high their shields, and flew To win the narrow way...
Page 59 - Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home! Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome.