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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XXI. And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ;And louder still and still more loudFrom underneath that rolling cloud,Is heard the trumpets war-note proud The trampling and the hum.And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears,Far to left and far to right,In broken gleams of dark-blue light,The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears. 20 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. XXII. And plainly and more plainly, Above that glimmering line,Now might ye see the banners Of twelve fair cities shine ;But the banner of proud Clusium Was highest of them all,The terror of the Umbrian, The terror of the Gaul. XXIII. And plainly and more plainlyNow might the burghers know, By port and vest, by horse and crest,Each warlike Lucurno. There Cilnius of ArretiumOn his fleet roan was seen ; V And Astur of the fourfold shield,Girt with the brand none else may wield,Tolumnius with the belt of gold,And dark Verbenna from the holdBy reedy Thrasymene.
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HORATIUS. 23 XXIV. Fast by the royal standard, Oerlooking all the war,Lars Porsena of Clusium Sat in his ivory car.By the right wheel rode Mamilius, Prince of the Latian name ;And by the left false Sextus, That wrought the deed of shame. XXV. But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes,A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose.On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed,No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist. XXVI. But the Consuls brow was sad,And the Consuls speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall,And darkly at the foe. 24 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. * Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ;And if they once may win the bridge,What hope to save the town ? XXVII. Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate : To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds,For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods, « xxvin. * And for the t

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