A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (47)
分类: 英语诗歌
XLVII
On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel, And thrice and four times tugged amain, Ere he wrenched out the steel. ``And see,'' he cried, ``the welcome, Fair guests, that waits you here! What noble Lucomo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?''