Examples of using "Flancs" in a sentence and their english translations:
Napoleon’s flanks were secure, for now.
On the flanks, the Danish forces discover the shrewdness of Isebrand.
But for his troops on the flanks, the situation was different…
His plan was to utilize his superior cavalry to overwhelm the Byzantine flanks
Velites on the flanks spot the envelopement and some of them panic and flee.
Among his many mounting concerns was the security of his long, exposed flanks.
Observing the attack faltering, Isebrand orders a flanking counterattack on the Danes.
"And deep within the sides of pine / and caverns of the womb by stealth enclose / armed men, a chosen band, drawn as the lots dispose."
Some in flight / rush diverse to the ships and trusty tide; / some, craven-hearted, in ignoble fright, / make for the horse and, clambering up the side, / deep in the treacherous womb, their well-known refuge, hide.
- When he had said these things, he struck with reversed spear the side of the hollow mountain, and the winds, as a single column, race through the offered gate and blast the lands with a tornado.
- So spake the God and with her hest complied, / and turned the massive sceptre in his hand / and pushed the hollow mountain on its side. / Out rushed the winds, like soldiers in a band, / in wedged array, and, whirling, scour the land.
"Then, but for folly or Fate's adverse power, / his word had made us with our trusty glaive / lay bare the Argive ambush, and this hour / should Ilion stand, and thou, O Priam's lofty tower!"
"A maiden to the waist, with bosom fair / and human face; below, a monstrous whale, / down from whose wolf-like womb hangs many a dolphin's tail."
Birds maiden-faced, but trailing filth obscene, / with taloned hands and looks for ever pale and lean.
"High in the citadel the monstrous frame / pours forth an armed deluge to the day, / and Sinon, puffed with triumph, spreads the flame. / Part throng the gates, part block each narrow way; / such hosts Mycenae sends, such thousands to the fray."
"Spare, O AEneas, spare a wretch, nor shame / thy guiltless hands, but let the dead repose. / From Troy, no alien to thy race, I came. / O, fly this greedy shore, these cruel foes! / Not from the tree – from Polydorus flows / this blood, for I am Polydorus. Here / an iron crop o'erwhelmed me, and uprose / bristling with pointed javelins."