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... Titus On an Apulian steed , Titus , the youngest Tarquin , Too good for such a breed . 14 . Now on each side the leaders Gave signal for the charge ; And on each side the footmen Strode on with lance and targe ; And on each side the ...
... Titus On an Apulian steed , Titus , the youngest Tarquin , Too good for such a breed . 14 . Now on each side the leaders Gave signal for the charge ; And on each side the footmen Strode on with lance and targe ; And on each side the ...
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... , With eyes like coals of fire ; But faster Titus hath sprung down , And hath bestrode his sire . Latian captains , Roman knights , Fast down to earth they spring , BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS . And hand to hand 110 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
... , With eyes like coals of fire ; But faster Titus hath sprung down , And hath bestrode his sire . Latian captains , Roman knights , Fast down to earth they spring , BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS . And hand to hand 110 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME .
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... Titus groaned with rage and grief , And at Valerius made . Valerius struck at Titus , And lopped off half his crest ; But Titus stabbed Valerius A span deep in the breast . Like a mast snapped by the tempest , Valerius reeled and fell ...
... Titus groaned with rage and grief , And at Valerius made . Valerius struck at Titus , And lopped off half his crest ; But Titus stabbed Valerius A span deep in the breast . Like a mast snapped by the tempest , Valerius reeled and fell ...
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... Titus dragged him by the foot , And Aulus by the head . “ On , Latines , on ! " quoth Titus , " See how the rebels fly ! " " Romans , stand firm ! " quoth Aulus , " And win this fight or die ! They must not give Valerius To raven and to ...
... Titus dragged him by the foot , And Aulus by the head . “ On , Latines , on ! " quoth Titus , " See how the rebels fly ! " " Romans , stand firm ! " quoth Aulus , " And win this fight or die ! They must not give Valerius To raven and to ...
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... Titus , And seized black Auster's rein . Then Aulus sware a fearful oath , And ran at him amain . " The furies of thy brother With me and mine abide , If one of your accursed house Upon black Auster ride ! " As on an Alpine watch ...
... Titus , And seized black Auster's rein . Then Aulus sware a fearful oath , And ran at him amain . " The furies of thy brother With me and mine abide , If one of your accursed house Upon black Auster ride ! " As on an Alpine watch ...
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Alba Alba Longa Amulius ancient Appius Claudius assertion is opposed Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Bentley's assertion Black Auster blood Caius Cossus century chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul cried dead Dionysius early Ebutius Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus fast Fathers fierce fight foam foes Forum Gabii gown Greece Greek hand hath head helmet Herminius Herodotus honour Horatius Cocles horse horsemen Ides of Quintilis Iliad king LAKE REGILLUS Lars Porsena Latian name Latin minstrels lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Sextius Mamilius Nævius numbers o'er Patricians Plebeian poem poet poetry Pontiff Porcian height Posthumius Prince proud Ides Punic purple Quintilis Roman Rome Romulus Sacred Saturnian Second Punic War shield shout slain smote songs spake spears steed stood story strange strel Tarentum Tarquin thee thou thrice Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren Unto Valerius verses Virginia Volscian wild
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Page 60 - 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 69 - 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 65 - 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 58 - 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 59 - 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 71 - 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 61 - 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 73 - 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 57 - But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes, A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose. On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed, No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist.
Page 50 - The harvests of Arretium This year old men shall reap, This year young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep, And in the vats of Luna This year the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome.