VI Blithe it was to see the twins, Right goodly youths and tall, Marching from Alba Longa To their old grandsire's hall. Along their path fresh ga...
V The troubled river knew them, And smoothed his yellow foam, And gently rocked the cradle That bore the fate of Rome. The ravening she-wolf knew them...
IV They were doomed by a bloody king, They were doomed by a lying priest, They were cast on the raging flood, They were tracked by the raging beast； R...
III And every Alban burgher Hath donned his whitest gown； And every head in Alba Weareth a poplar crown； And every Alban doorpost With boughs and flow...
II In Alba's lake no fisher His net to-day is flinging； On the dark rind of Alba's oaks To-day no axe is ringing； The yoke hangs o'er the ...
I Now slain is King Amulius, Of the great Sylvian line, Who reigned in Alba Longa, On the throne of Aventine. Slain is the Ponfiff Camers, Who spake t...
XL And all the people trembled, And pale grew every cheek； And Sergius the High Pontiff Alone found voice to speak： ``The gods who live forever Have f...
XXXIX Then burst from that great concourse A shout that shook the towers, And some ran north, and some ran south, Crying,``The day is ours！'' ...
XXXVIII ``Hail to the great Asylum！ Hail to the hill-tops seven！ Hail to the fire that burns for aye, And the shield that fell from heaven！ This day, ...
XXXVII Semponius Atratinus Sat in the Eastern Gate, Beside him were three Fathers, Each in his chair of state； Fabius, whose nine stout grandsons That...