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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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LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he sworeThat the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more.By the Nine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day,And bade his messengers ride forth. East and west and south andnorth, To summon his array. 8 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. II. East and west and south and north. The messengers ride fast,And tower and town and cottage Have heard the trumpets blast.Shame on the false Etruscan Who lingers in his home,When Porsena of Clusium Is on the march for Rome. III. The horsemen and the footmen Are pouring in amainFrom many a stately market-place ; From many a fruitful plain ;From many a lonely hamlet, Which, hid by beech and pine,Like an eagles nest, hangs on the crest Of purple Apennine ; IV. From lordly Volaterrae, Where scowls the far-famed holdPiled by the hands of giants For godlike kings of old ;
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. Sc HORATIUS. ii From seagirt Populonia,Whose sentinels descry Sardinias snowy mountain-topsFringing the southern sky ; v. From the proud mart of Pisre, Queen of the western waves,Where ride Massilias triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves ;From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers ;From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers. VI. Tall are the oaks whose acorns Drop in dark Ausers rill ;Fat are the stags that champ the boughs Of the Ciminian hill;Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear ;Best of all pools the fowler loves The great Volsinian mere. 12 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. VII. But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Ausers rill ;No hunter tracks the stags green path Up the Ciminian hill ;Unwatched along Clitumnus Grazes the milk-white steer ;Unharmed the water fowl may dip In the Volsinian mere.

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