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Alba Longa Amulius ancient Appius Claudius Appius Claudius Crassus arms Aulus ballad-poetry ballads banner battle BATTLE OF MONCONTOUR BATTLE OF NASEBY beneath blood brave brow Caius chronicle Claudian Clusium Consul dark England English Ennius Etruria Etruscan eyes famous fast father fear fierce fight Forum fought glory Greek hand hath head heart Herminius hill Horatius horse Hurrah Iliad Italy King lake Lars Porsena Latin Latium Licinius Livy Lord loud Lucius Sextius Macaulay Macaulay's Mamilius minstrel night noble o'er patrician pilum Plebeians poem poet poetry pride Prince proud purple Quintilis race ranks Regillus Roman Rome rose round sacred Sextus Shakespeare's shield shout slain slaves smile smote song spake spear stood story strange sword Tarquin thee thine thou thrice throne Tiber to-day towers town of Latium Tribunes triumph Tusculum Twin Brethren unto Valerius victory Volscian wild
Стр. 83 - 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 rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Стр. 82 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good...
Стр. 83 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Стр. 1 - LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more. By the Nine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his messengers ride forth, East and west and south and north, To summon his array.
Стр. 85 - Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Стр. 90 - Ireton's Regiment.) OH ! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North, With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red? And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
Стр. 64 - And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine, Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line ! " So spake the slayer of his child, and turned, and went his way ; But first he cast one haggard glance to where the body lay, And writhed, and groaned a fearful groan, and then, with steadfast feet, Strode right across the market-place unto the Sacred Street.
Стр. 61 - ... love of daughter, of sister, and of wife, The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul endures, The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours. Still let the maiden's beauty swell the father's breast with pride ; Still let the bridegroom's arms infold an unpolluted bride.