Journeys through Bookland - a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children (1922) (14593856967)
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Identifier: journeysthroughb06sylv (find matches)
Title: Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: Chicago : Bellows-Reeve
Contributing Library: Internet Archive
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formation as will aid in understJindingthe story. 12 HORATIUS Herminius smote down Aruns: Lartius laid Ociiiis low:Right to the heart of Lausulus rioratius sent a blow.Lie there, he cried, fell pirate! No more, aghast and pale,From Ostias walls the crowd shall markThe track of thy destroying bark.No more Campanias^* hinds*^ shall flyTo woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail. But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes.A wild and wrathful clamor From all the vanguard rose.Six spears lengths from the entrance Halted that deep array,And for a space no man came forth To win the narrow way. But hark! the cry is Astur: And lo! the ranks divide;And the great Lord of Luna Comes with his stately stride.Upon his ample shoulders Clangs loud the fourfold shield.And in his hand he shakes the brand Which none but he can wield. He smiled on those bold RomansA smile serene and high; 19. Campania is another name for the canipagna.20. Hinds here means j)casa7its. HORATIUS 13
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lie there/ he cried, fell pirate! 14 HORATIUS He eyed the flinching Tuscans, And scorn was in his eye.Quoth he, The she-wolfs htter^ Stand savagely at bay:But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way? Then, whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height.He rushed against Horatius, And smote with all his might.With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow.The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh;It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh:The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow. He reeled, and on Herminius He leaned one breathing-space;Then, like a wild-cat mad with wounds. Sprang right at Asturs face.Through teeth, and skull, and helmet. So fierce a thrust he sped,The good sword stood a handbreadth out Behind the Tuscans head. And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke,As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder-smitten oak. 21. Romulus, the founder of Rome, and Remus, his brother, were,according to the legend, rescued and brought up
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