. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. ng round Nurscias altars The golden shields of Rome. XI. And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ;The foot are fourscore thousand. The horse are thousands the gates of Sutrium Is met the great proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day. XIT. For all the Etruscan armiesWere ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman,And many a stout ally; HORATIUS. 15 And with a mighty followingTo join the muster came The Tusculan Mamilius,Prince of the Latian name. XTIT. But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright:F
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. ng round Nurscias altars The golden shields of Rome. XI. And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ;The foot are fourscore thousand. The horse are thousands the gates of Sutrium Is met the great proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day. XIT. For all the Etruscan armiesWere ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman,And many a stout ally; HORATIUS. 15 And with a mighty followingTo join the muster came The Tusculan Mamilius,Prince of the Latian name. XTIT. But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright:From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their mile around the city, The throng stopped up the ways ;A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days. XIV. For aged folks on crutches, And women great with child,And mothers sobbing over babes That clung to them and sick men borne in litters High on the necks of slaves,And troops of sun-burned husbandmen With reaping-hooks and staves. i6 LAVS OF ANCIENT XV. And droves of mules and asses Laden with skins of wine,And endless flocks of goats and sheep, And endless herds of kine,And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weightOf corn-sacks and of household goods. Choked every roaring gate. HORATIUS. 17 XVI. Now, from the rock Tarpeian, Could the wan burghers spyThe line of blazing villages Red in the midnight Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day,For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay. XVII. To eastward and to westward Have spread the Tuscan bands;Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecot In Crustumerium down to Ostia Hath wasted all the plain ;Astur hath stormed Janiculum, And the stout guards are slain. XVIII. I wis, in all the Senate, There was no heart so bold,But sore it ached, and fast it beat, When that ill news was told. c LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. Forthwith up rose the Consul, i Up rose the Fathers all ;In haste they girded u
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