. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. s bare up the war Around Valerius dead,When from the south the cheering Rose with a mighty swell ; Herminius comes, Herminius, Who kept the bridge so well! XXVII. Mamilius spied Herminius,And dashed across the way. 84 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. 1 Herminius ! I have sought theeThrough many a bloody day. One of us two, Herminius,Shall never more go home. I will lay on for Tusculum,And lay thou on for Rome! XXVIII. All round them paused the battle, While met in mortal frayThe Roman and the Tusculan, The horses black and grey. Herminius smote Mamilius
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. s bare up the war Around Valerius dead,When from the south the cheering Rose with a mighty swell ; Herminius comes, Herminius, Who kept the bridge so well! XXVII. Mamilius spied Herminius,And dashed across the way. 84 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. 1 Herminius ! I have sought theeThrough many a bloody day. One of us two, Herminius,Shall never more go home. I will lay on for Tusculum,And lay thou on for Rome! XXVIII. All round them paused the battle, While met in mortal frayThe Roman and the Tusculan, The horses black and grey. Herminius smote Mamilius • Through breast-plate and through breast;And fast flowed out the purple blood Over the purple smote Herminius Through head-piece and through head ;And side by side those chiefs of pride Together fell down fell they dead together In a great lake of gore ;And still stood all who saw them fall While men might count a score. BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS. XXIX. Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,The dark-grey charger fled :. He burst through ranks of fighting men ; He sprang oer heaps of bridle far out-streaming, His flanks all blood and foam,He sought the southern mountains, The mountains of his home. 86 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. The pass was steep and rugged, The wolves they howled and whined ;But he ran like a whirlwind up the pass, And he left the wolves many a startled hamlet Thundered his flying feet ;He rushed through the gate of Tusculum, He rushed up the long white street ;He rushed by tower and temple, And paused not from his raceTill he stood before his masters door In the stately straightway round him gathered A pale and trembling crowd,And when they knew him, cries of rage Brake forth, and wailing loud :And women rent their tresses For their great princes fall ;And old men girt on their old swords, And went to man the wall. XXX. But, like a graven image, Black Auster kept his place, And ever wistfully he
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