His name," said the Distressed One, "is not the same as Bellerophon's horse that was called Pegasus, or Alexander the Great's, called Bucephalus, or Orlando Furioso's, the name of which was Brigliador, nor yet Bayard, the horse of Reinaldos of Montalvan, nor Frontino like Ruggiero's, nor Bootes or Peritoa, as they say the horses of the sun were called, nor is he called Orelia, like the horse on which the unfortunate Rodrigo, the last king of the Goths
, rode to the battle where he lost his life and his kingdom.
The legendary hosts of Goths
and Huns, the hugest armies Asia has ever seen, would have been but a drop in that current.
This may not be understood-but the old Goths
of Germany would have understood it, who used to debate matters of importance to their State twice, once when drunk, and once when sober-sober that they might not be deficient in formality--drunk lest they should be destitute of vigor.
The Gauls, Germans, Goths
, Saxons, Normans, and others, had it for a time.
In the ninth century it is supposed to have been carried away by the barbarians, and it reappears, after the conversion of the northern Goths
, in the possession of the royal family of Gothland.
And now far across the sea a brave man of the Goths
, Beowulf by name, heard of the doings of Grendel, and he made up his mind to come to the aid of King Hrothgar.
In the eighteenth century this particular revival was called 'Gothic,' a name which the Pseudo-classicists, using it as a synonym for 'barbarous,' had applied to the Middle Ages and all their works, on the mistaken supposition that all the barbarians who overthrew the Roman Empire and founded the medieval states were Goths
Upon their so-different way went Mr Dorrit's company too; and soon, with their coach load of luxuries from the two great capitals of Europe, they were (like the Goths
reversed) beating at the gates of Rome.
All other errands were done, and Meg and her mother busy at some necessary needlework, while Beth and Amy goth
tea, and Hannah finished her ironing with what she called a `slap and a bang', but still Jo did not come.
Yes, you darling old Goth
, a symphony by the great Beethoven
There is no more to say, but east and west, In go the speares sadly in the rest, In goth
the sharp spur into the side, There see men who can just and who can ride; There shiver shaftes upon shieldes thick, He feeleth through the heart-spone the prick; Up springen speares, twenty feet in height, Out go the swordes to the silver bright; The helms they to-hewn and to-shred; Out burst the blood with stern streames red.
A man of impure life, and a brazen face, asking Roderick if there were any serpent in his breast, he told him that there was, and of the same species that once tortured Don Rodrigo, the Goth