Identifier: laysofancientrom00maca (find matches)
Title: Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Macaulay, Thomas Babington Macaulay, Baron, 1800-1859
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Publisher: London, New York (etc.) : Longmans, Green and co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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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 well.Our 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,
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BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS. 93 The kites know well the long stern swell That bids the Romans close.Then the good sword of Aulus Was lifted up to slay :Then, like a crag down Apennine, Rushed Auster through the fray.But under those strange horsemen Still thicker lay the slain ;And after those strange horses o Black Auster toiled in vain.Behind them Romes long battle Came rolling on the foe,Ensigns dancing wild above, Blades all in line below.So comes the Po in flood-time Upon the Celtic plain :So comes the squall, blacker than night, Upon the Adrian main.Now, by our Sire Quirinus, It was a goodly sightTo see the thirty standards Swept down the tide of flight.So 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 fled.The horsemen of Nomentum Spurred hard out of the fray ;The footmen of Velitrs

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