 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1843
...free; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." Round Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see : Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...free; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Hushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. liDown with hiui!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face: "Now yield thee," cried Lars... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1843
...; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." Hound turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see : Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus... | |
 | Thomas Babington baron Macaulay - 1843 - 191 pages
...And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 87. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." 58. Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Rome - 1843 - 191 pages
...And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea, 57. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in..." Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thec to our grace." 58. Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Great Britain - 1843
...career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 57. Alone stood brave Horatius, r But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand...cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." 58. Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1843
...and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind : Thrioe thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....Now yield thee to our grace." Round turned he, as nnt deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake lie to Lars Porsena, To Sextus nought spake he... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - American periodicals - 1843
...; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, Anil the broad flood behind. "Down with him !" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now... | |
 | English poetry - 1844
...; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." Kound turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 504 pages
...; And whirling down, in fierce career, Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rush'd headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." Round tum'd he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Naught spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus naught... | |
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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 Porsena, 
