. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. pre-eminence in all the qualities which fit a people tosubdue and govern mankind would be claimed forthe Romans. The following lay belongs to the latest age ofLatin ballad-poetry. Naevius and Livius Andronicuswere probably among the children whose mothersheld them up to see the chariot of Curius go minstrel who sang on that day might possiblyhave lived to read the first hexameters of Ennius, 152 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. and to see the first comedies of Plautus. His poem,as might be expected, shows a much wider acquaint-ance with the geogr
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. pre-eminence in all the qualities which fit a people tosubdue and govern mankind would be claimed forthe Romans. The following lay belongs to the latest age ofLatin ballad-poetry. Naevius and Livius Andronicuswere probably among the children whose mothersheld them up to see the chariot of Curius go minstrel who sang on that day might possiblyhave lived to read the first hexameters of Ennius, 152 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. and to see the first comedies of Plautus. His poem,as might be expected, shows a much wider acquaint-ance with the geography, manners, and productionsof remote nations, than would have been found incompositions of the age of Camillus. But he troubleshimself little about dates, and having heard travellerstalk with admiration of the Colossus of Rhodes, andof the structures and gardens with which the Mace-donian kings of Syria had embellished their residenceon the banks of the Orontes, he has never thought ofinquiring whether these things existed in the age THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS. A LAY SUNG AT THE BANQUET IN THE CAPITOL, ON THEDAY WHEREON MANIUS CUR1US DENTATUS, A SECOND TIMECONSUL, TRIUMPHED OVER KING PYRRHUS AND THETARENT1NES, IN THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCCLXXIX. I. Now slain is King Amulius, Of the great Sylvian line,Who reigned in Alba Longa, On the throne of Aventine. 154 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. Slain is the Pontiff Gamers, Who spake the words of doom 1 The children to the Tiber ;The mother to the tomb. II. In Albas lake no fisher His net to-day is flinging:On the dark rind of Albas oaks To-day no axe is ringing :The yoke hangs oer the manger The scythe lies in the hay :Through all the Alban villages No work is done to-day. III. And every Alban burghet Hath donned his whitest gown ;And every head in Alba Weareth a poplar crown ;And every Alban door-post With boughs and flowers is gayFor to-day the dead are living ; The lost are found to-day. THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS. 155 IV. They were doo
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