. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. ian , by our Sire Quirinus, It was a goodly sightTo see the thirty standards Swept down the tide of flies the spray of Adria When the black squall doth blow,So corn-sheaves in the flood-time Spin down the whirling Po. 94 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. False Sextus to the mountains Turned first his horses head ;And fast fled Ferentinum, And fast Lanuvium horsemen of Nomentum Spurred hard out of the fray ;The footmen of Velitrse Threw shield and spear underfoot was trampled, Amidst the mud and gore,The banner of proud
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. ian , by our Sire Quirinus, It was a goodly sightTo see the thirty standards Swept down the tide of flies the spray of Adria When the black squall doth blow,So corn-sheaves in the flood-time Spin down the whirling Po. 94 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. False Sextus to the mountains Turned first his horses head ;And fast fled Ferentinum, And fast Lanuvium horsemen of Nomentum Spurred hard out of the fray ;The footmen of Velitrse Threw shield and spear underfoot was trampled, Amidst the mud and gore,The banner of proud Tusculum, That never stooped before :And down went Flavius Faustus, Who led his stately ranksFrom where the apple blossoms wave On Anios echoing banks,And Tullus of Arpinum, Chief of the Volscian aids,And Metius with the long fair curls, The love of Anxurs maids,And the white head of Vulso, The great Arician seer,And Nepos of Laurentum, The hunter of the deer ;And in the back false Sextus Felt the good Roman steel, BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS. 95. And wriggling in the dust he died,Like a worm beneath the wheel : And fliers and pursuersWere mingled in a mass ; And far away the battle Went roaring through the pass. XXX VII. Sempronius Atratinus Sate in the Eastern Gate, 96 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. Beside him were three Fathers, Each in his chair of state ;Fabius, whose nine stout grandsons That day were in the field,And Manlius, eldest of the Twelve Who kept the Golden Shield ;And Sergius, the High Pontiff, For wisdom far renowned ;In all Etrurias colleges Was no such Pontiff all around the portal, And high above the wall,Stood a great throng of people, But sad and silent all ;Young lads, and stooping elders That might not bear the mail,Matrons with lips that quivered, And maids with faces the first gleam of daylight, Sempronius had not ceased. To listen for the rushing Of horse-hoofs from the mist of eve was rising, The sun was hastening down,When he
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