 | 1883 - 228 pages
...crashing bars, Of iron and of oak. ยป XXXIIL No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard around the place, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing in his face. XXIV. Forth with a shout sprang Sanders To raise him up again, But Silver lifted... | |
 | Susan Cahill - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 448 pages
...twilight, then the Angel of the Last Judgment. We crossed Ponte Sant'Angelo. Oh Tiber, father Tiber, to whom the Romans pray, a Roman's life, a Roman's arms, take thou in charge this day. Though it was hardly 9 o'clock, not a carriage, scarcely a living being, as we drove slowly up Via... | |
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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. 
