I seem to see the spears of mighty horsemen flash golden in the light; empurpled banners flame afar, and the low thunder of marching hosts thrills with the thunder of the sea.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “I seem to see the spears of mighty horsemen flash golden in the light; empurpled banners flame afar, and the low thunder…”
Editor's note · Context
This passage evokes a sense of grandeur and power, using vivid imagery to describe a scene of battle or conflict.
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