The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... enemy he posted the Phocians , by their own desire , on the summit of the ridge to guard against a surprise . The first sight of the Persian host covering the Trachinian plains is said to have struck some of the followers of Leonidas ...
... enemy he posted the Phocians , by their own desire , on the summit of the ridge to guard against a surprise . The first sight of the Persian host covering the Trachinian plains is said to have struck some of the followers of Leonidas ...
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... enemy , and to lead them captive into his presence . He was seated on a lofty throne from which he could survey the narrow entrance of the pass , which , in obedience to his commands , his warriors endeavoured to force . But they fought ...
... enemy , and to lead them captive into his presence . He was seated on a lofty throne from which he could survey the narrow entrance of the pass , which , in obedience to his commands , his warriors endeavoured to force . But they fought ...
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... enemy on their way , were equally surprised at the sight of an armed band , and feared lest they might be Spartans , but when Ephialtes had informed them of the truth , they prepared to force a passage . Their arrows showered upon the ...
... enemy on their way , were equally surprised at the sight of an armed band , and feared lest they might be Spartans , but when Ephialtes had informed them of the truth , they prepared to force a passage . Their arrows showered upon the ...
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... enemy . His little band , reckless of everything but honour and vengeance , made deep and bloody breaches in the ranks of the Persians , who , according to an oriental custom , were driven on to the conflict by the lash of their ...
... enemy . His little band , reckless of everything but honour and vengeance , made deep and bloody breaches in the ranks of the Persians , who , according to an oriental custom , were driven on to the conflict by the lash of their ...
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... enemy , which at length overwhelmed them . Where they fell , they were afterwards buried : their tomb , as Simonides sang , was an altar ; a sanctuary , in which Greece revered the memory of her second founders . J. C. THIRLWALL . THE ...
... enemy , which at length overwhelmed them . Where they fell , they were afterwards buried : their tomb , as Simonides sang , was an altar ; a sanctuary , in which Greece revered the memory of her second founders . J. C. THIRLWALL . THE ...
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