 | 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 - 626 pages
...and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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 - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...still in mind — Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. liDown with hiui!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face:...cried Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace! " Bound turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see: Naught spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - English poetry - 1843 - 142 pages
...pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 87. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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... | |
 | 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 - 624 pages
...and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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 Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Great Britain - 1843 - 438 pages
...pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. 57. Alone stood brave Horatius, r But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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 - Armada, 1588 - 1843 - 206 pages
...pier, Rushed headlong to the sea, 57. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind...." 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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 - 558 pages
...and pier, Rush'd headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....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... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pages
...and pier, Rush'd headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. 1 The waters of the Tiber, from Perugia to the sea, are muddy and yellowish, a peculiarity which is... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...and pier, Rush'd headlong to the sea. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind....Lars Porsena, " Now yield thee to our grace." Round turn'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, "Now yield thee to our grace. 
