Horatius and VirginiaJ.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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accursed ALFRED TENNYSON Appius Claudius arms Arretium Astur axes beneath blood BOSTON brave days brave Horatius CHARLES DICKENS Claudian client Cloth Consul cried Back cried Forward crowd curule chair danced with pleasure dauntless Three days of old deep array face false Sextus fast Fathers FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE fear fierce foes Forum gazers the young girt gown H. W. LONGFELLOW Half calf extra hand I clutch hath Herminius JAMES Janiculum keep the bridge Lars Porsena Lartius Latian lictors Little Classics loud maid maiden minstrel sung Morocco nurses His baby o'er Ocnus OSGOOD plainly POEMS FAVORITE POEMS Porsena of Clusium proud Roman Rome round Sacred Street save Thy gentle slain slaves smile smote sprang stand stood sword T. B. ALDRICH taunts and blows throng of gazers Thy gentle youth Tiber Tree calf Tribunes Tuscan varlet Marcus VIRGINIA Volscian W. D. HOWELLS wicked wife who nurses youth from taunts
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Стр. 17 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate : " 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...
Стр. 39 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Стр. 28 - 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.
Стр. 21 - Meanwhile the Tuscan army, Right glorious to behold, Came flashing back the noonday light, Rank behind rank, like surges bright Of a broad sea of gold. Four hundred trumpets sounded A peal of warlike glee, As that great host, with measured tread, And spears advanced, and ensigns spread, Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three.
Стр. 16 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe: "Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?
Стр. 36 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane; And burst the curb, and bounded, Rejoicing to be free; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. FATHER TIBER Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. 'Down with him ! ' cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. 'Now yield thee, ' cried Lars...
Стр. 31 - 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 ! And those before cried
Стр. 38 - 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.
Стр. 22 - ... 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...
Стр. 14 - And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more loud, From underneath that rolling cloud, Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud, The trampling, and the hum. And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears, Far to left and far to right, In broken gleams of dark-blue light, The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears.