. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. call you ? What city is your home ?And wherefore ride ye in such guise Before the ranks of Rome? xxxiv. 1 By many names men call us ; In many lands we dwell :Well Samothracia knows us ; Cyrene knows as house in gay Tarentum Is hung each morn with flowers :High oer the masts of Syracuse Our marble portal towers ;But by the proud Eurotas Is our dear native home ; 90 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. And for the right we come to fightBefore the ranks of Rome. xxxv. So answered those strange horsemen, And each couched low his spear ;And forthwith al
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. call you ? What city is your home ?And wherefore ride ye in such guise Before the ranks of Rome? xxxiv. 1 By many names men call us ; In many lands we dwell :Well Samothracia knows us ; Cyrene knows as house in gay Tarentum Is hung each morn with flowers :High oer the masts of Syracuse Our marble portal towers ;But by the proud Eurotas Is our dear native home ; 90 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. And for the right we come to fightBefore the ranks of Rome. xxxv. So answered those strange horsemen, And each couched low his spear ;And forthwith all the ranks of Rome Were bold, and of good cheer:And on the thirty armies Came wonder and affright,And Ardea wavered on the left, And Cora on the right. Rome to the charge ! cried Aulus ; The foe begins to yield !Charge for the hearth of Vesta ! Charge for the Golden Shield !Let no man stop to plunder, But slay, and slay, and slay ;The Gods who live for ever Are on our side to-day. XXXVI. Then the fierce trumpet-flourishFrom earth to heaven arose,. BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS. 93 The kites know well the long stern swell That bids the Romans the good sword of Aulus Was lifted up to slay :Then, like a crag down Apennine, Rushed Auster through the under those strange horsemen Still thicker lay the slain ;And after those strange horses o Black Auster toiled in them Romes long battle Came rolling on the foe,Ensigns dancing wild above, Blades all in line comes the Po in flood-time Upon the Celtic plain :So comes the squall, blacker than night, Upon the Adrian , 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
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