Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers spy The line of blazing villages Red in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, - For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. Brave Deeds - Page 1edited by - 1902 - 383 pagesFull view - About this book
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Great Britain - 1843 - 438 pages
...That creaked beneath their weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. 16. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers...in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. 17. To eastward and... | |
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Armada, 1588 - 1843 - 206 pages
...That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. 16. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers...in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. 17. To eastward and... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...That creak'd beneath their weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers...in the midnight sky. The fathers of the city, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. To eastward and to... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...That creak'd beneath their weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers...in the midnight sky. The fathers of the city, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. To eastward and to... | |
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - English poetry - 1849 - 224 pages
...endless herds of kine, And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate....in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. XVII. To eastward... | |
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Rome - 1851 - 260 pages
...endless herds of kine, And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. XVI. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan hurghers spy The line of blazing villages Eed in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat... | |
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Rome - 1854 - 240 pages
...beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate. f " v , - -- E*X \ XVI. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the -wan burghers...in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. XVII. To eastward... | |
| Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Armada, 1588 - 1856 - 206 pages
...endless herds of kine. And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate....rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers spy The line of hlazing villages Red in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For... | |
| John William Stanhope Hows - Readers - 1860 - 450 pages
...Sutrium Is met the great array, A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day. Now, from the rock of Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers spy The line of blazing...in the midnight sky. The fathers of the city, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. To eastward and to... | |
| Thomas Babington baron Macaulay - 1866 - 738 pages
...endless herds of kine, And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate....in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. XVII. To eastward... | |
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