Speeches and Poems: With the Report and Notes on the Indian Penal Code, Volume 2

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Page 168 - Curse on him ! " quoth false Sextus ; "Will not the villain drown? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! " "Heaven help him ! " quoth Lars Porsena, "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
Page 245 - slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, - Remember Saint Bartholomew,
Page 259 - était mon soutien. De son inconstante haleine, Le zéphyr ou l'aquilon Depuis ce jour me promène De la forêt à la plaine, De la montagne au vallon. Je vais où le vent me mène, Sans me plaindre ou m'effrayer, Je vais où va toute chose, Où va la
Page 250 - And he — he turns, he flies : — shame on those cruel eyes That bore to look on torture, and dare not look on war. Ho! comrades, scour the plain; and, ere ye strip the slain, First give another stab to make your search secure, Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad-pieces and lockets, The
Page 159 - thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee." And out spake strong Herminius ; Of Titian blood was he: " I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee." xxxi. " Horatius,
Page 165 - Thrice looked he at the city; Thrice looked he at the dead; And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread: And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay.
Page 170 - And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus Boar louder yet within
Page 246 - No Frenchman is my foe: ~ Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren g°." Oh! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our Sovereign Lord,
Page 246 - Oh! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our Sovereign Lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre ? Right well fought all the Frenchmen who fought for France
Page 153 - From the proud mart of Pisae, Queen of the western waves, Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves ; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers.

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