 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...  One Hundred Narrative Poems - Página 302editado por - 1918 - 436 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1843 - 626 páginas
...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...cried 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,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1843 - 142 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1843 - 862 páginas
...disregard of his enemies, and the prayer to the river, worthily paraphrased from Livv, thoroughly Roman. " Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in...cried Lars Porsena ; ' Now yield thee to our grace.' " Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see : Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1843 - 438 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1843 - 206 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 604 páginas
...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....cried Lars Porsena, " 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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 606 páginas
...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...smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee !" cried Lars Porsens, " Now yield thee to our grace." Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 páginas
...; 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 - 1845 - 558 páginas
...; 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...cried 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... | |
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