IV From lordly Volaterr*, Where scowls the far-famed hold Piled by the hands of giants For godlike kings of old； From seagirt Populonia, Whose sentine...
V From the proud mart of Pis*, Queen of the western waves, Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves； From where sweet Clanis w...
VI Tall are the oaks whose acorns Drop in dark Auser's rill； Fat are the stags that champ the boughs Of the Ciminian hill； Beyond all streams Clit...
VII But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill； No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the Ciminian hill； Unwatched along Clitum...
VIII The harvests of Arretium, This year, old men shall reap； This year, young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep； And in the vats of Lun...
IX There be thirty chosen prophets, The wisest of the land, Who alway by Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand： Evening and morn the Thirty Have tu...
X And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given： ``Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena； Go forth, beloved of Heaven； Go, and return in glory...
XI And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men； The foot are fourscore thousand, The horse are thousands ten. Before the gates of Sutrium Is met t...
XII For all the Etruscan armies Were ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman, And many a stout ally； And with a mighty following To join the...
XIII But by the yellow Tiber Was tumult and affright： From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight. A mile around the city, The thron...