Is it not mournful thus to see him cold And gloomy, casting pomp and joy away? Restore him to himself; let us behold Again the victor-king, the generous, just and bold.

no victor-wreaths enzon'd his brow, But freedom long his hapless fate shall mourn; Her holy tears shall nurse the laurel-bough, Whose green leaves grace his consecrated urn.

Victor book of concertos.

Thus when the victor chief had Creon slain, And conquer'd Thebes, he pitch'd upon the plain His mighty camp, and, when the day return'd, The country wasted, and the hamlets burn'd, And left the pillagers, to rapine bred, Without control to strip and spoil the dead.

The bars of sunlight fell on the lower earth from the steep hills like pointed swords; the foggy swamp of wet vapor trembled and broke, so touched, rose at last, leaving patches of damp brilliance on the fields, and floated majestically up in radiant victor clouds, led by the conquering wind.

Then the victors commence chewing à l'outrance, and expectorate on the red-hot stove, till it hisses like a steam-engine, or else they deluge the floor until there is no alternative but thick shoes or damp feet.

During the Paris Conference the representatives of Italy showed hardly any interest at all in the problems concerning the peace of Europe, the situation of the conquered peoples, the distribution of raw materials, the regulation of the new states and their relations with the victor countries.

the time is near; I must be gone There are our liegemen; how you'll welcome us, Returned in triumph, bowed with paynim spoils, Beneath the victor cross, to part no more!

the anthem'd voices peal; Why did the victor-crowds forget the sterner trust of steel? That morning followed on the night when we together fell, And when ye made our burial, there was triumph in the knell!

Si toleras injuriam, victor evadis; qui enim pecuniis privatus est, non est privatus victoria in hac philosophia.

Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe!

"Up, up, De Valence, dream no more Of Mothven's victor fight Thy bark is on a stormier shore, No star is thine to-night.

When tyranny, from pole to pole, sways o'er the earth with dire control, We see from first to last unroll the victor-flag Of dervishes.

the burning fire that shone so bright, 250 Flew off all sudden, with extinguish'd light, And left one altar dark, a little space; Which turn'd self-kindled, and renew'd the blaze: The other victor-flame a moment stood, Then fell, and lifeless left the extinguish'd wood; For ever lost, the irrevocable light Forsook the blackening coals, and sunk to night: At either end it whistled as it flew,

While, at each change, the son of Lybian Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love: Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow; Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow; Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found, And the world's victor flood subdued by sound: The power of music all our hearts allow; And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.

It rests we two our claim in combat try, And that with this fair prize the victor fly.

In victor glory goes she forth, Her stainless flag flies free, Kings of the earth come and behold How Britain reigns on sea!

Orbem terrarum victor Romanus habebat, as he cracked in Petronius, all the world was under Augustus: and so in Constantine's time, Eusebius brags he governed all the world, universum mundum praeclare admodum administravit,et omnes orbis gentes

Mighty lord, thy victor hand, [aloud.

The end comes with the sad though shadowy 'Passing of Arthur,' the royal barge mysteriously carrying him out into the beyond, whence issue sounds of hail and greeting to the victor-hero "as if some fair city were one voice Around a king returning from his wars.

ah, make haste to see With what tempestuous pageantry they bring The victor homeward!

Lady, vouchsafe a Saint-like smile on him (From that angell forme) whose honord minde Lies prostrate lowly at Terentia's feete; Who hath put off a Golden victors honour And left the Parthyan spoyle to Lepido; Whome many Ladies have bedecked with favours Of rich esteeme, oh proud he deignd to weare them, Yet guiftes and givers hee did slight esteeme; For why?

The victor knight had laid his helm aside, Part for his ease, the greater part for pride; Bare-headed, popularly low he bow'd, And paid the salutations of the crowd.

The sun has quite gone now: sulky and feeble, he has shrunk to his cold bed in the west, and the victor-mist creeps, crawls, and soaks on unopposed.

Funus Alexandri mentitur fama; fidesque Si Phoebo, victor nescit obire diem.