Lays of Ancient Rome
H. Altemus Company, 1889 - 191 Seiten
Steve Spanoudis presents the full text of "Lays of Ancient Rome," as part of Poets' Corner. English writer and politician Thomas Babington Macaulay (1800-1859) wrote the work in 1842.
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Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus array Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Black Auster blood brave days broadsword Caius CAVALIER'S MARCH chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Curius Dionysius early Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus fast Fathers fight foes Forum fought gown Greek hand hath head helmet Henry of Navarre Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah Ides of Quintilis King Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius maid Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nævius night numbers o'er Patricians Plebeians poem poet poetry Pontiff Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Quintilis rode Roman Rome Romulus round rushed Saturnian Second Punic War shield shout slain smile smote songs spake spears steed 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
Seite 244 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 60 - 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.
Seite 74 - 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 "Forward!
Seite 79 - 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.
Seite 54 - And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men; The foot are fourscore 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.
Seite 68 - 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: Aunus from green Tifernum...
Seite 64 - As thou sayest, so let it be." And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old.
Seite 241 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! 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.