Book i. Line 275.
Heard so oft
In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
Book i. Line 303.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
High over-arched imbower.
Book i. Line 330.
Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
Book i. Line 540.
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
Book i. Line 550.
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.