Overige edities - Alles bekijken
∆butius Alba Longa ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus Aulus ballad-poetry ballads battle beneath Bentley's assertion Black Auster blood brave days bridge broadsword Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul Cossus Dionysius Ennius Fabian house Fabius false Sextus Fathers fierce fight foes Forum fought Gabii gown Greece Greek hand hath head Herminius Herodotus Horatius horse horsemen Hurrah Ides of Quintilis king Knights Lake Regillus Lars Porsena Lartius Latian name Latin Licinius lictors Livy loud loves Lucius Lucius Sextius Mamilius Manius Curius Dentatus minstrels Nśvius never numbers o'er Patricians pilum Plebeian poem poet poetry Pontiff Porcian height Posthumius Prince proud Punic purple Quintilis Roman Rome Rome's Romulus round Second Punic War shield shout slain smile smote songs spake spears stood story strange sword Tarentines Tarentum Tarquin thee thou thrice Tiber Titus to-day Tribunes triumph Tuscan Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius verses Vesta's Volscian καὶ
Pagina 47 - 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.
Pagina 40 - 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.
Pagina 44 - 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.
Pagina 38 - 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...
Pagina 47 - 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.
Pagina 50 - And now he feels the bottom ; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Pagina 48 - 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.
Pagina 30 - East and west and south and north The messengers ride fast, And tower and town and cottage Have heard the trumpet's blast. Shame on the false Etruscan Who lingers in his home, When Porsena of Clusium Is on the march for Rome.
Pagina 50 - 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.