 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...  The Works of Lord Macaulay Complete - Page 477by Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1871Full view - About this book
 | 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
...sheathed The good sword by his side ; And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank;...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.' — pp. 6*7-72. The reward of Horatius is thus given; and, in our judgment, happily suggests the simplicity... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And. with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank,...lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; Ami when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even... | |
 | English literature - 1842 - 416 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapt'rous cry, And e'en the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current,... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Armada, 1588 - 1843 - 206 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. 60. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany .Could scarce forbear to cheer. 61. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ;... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Great Britain - 1843 - 438 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong iu the tide. 60. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank;...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. 61. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain: And fast his blood was flowing; And... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 606 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. J No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lipa antl straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1843 - 604 pages
...harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bunk ; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stnnd gazing where he sunk ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer. But fiercely ran the current. Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pages
...sheath'd The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plung'd headlong in the tide. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank...With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing when he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous... | |
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