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  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (24)
    12-06

    XXIV Fast by the royal standard, O'erlooking all the war, Lars Porsena of Clusium Sat in his ivory car. By the right wheel rode Mamilius, Prince o...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (25)
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    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 sp...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (26)
    12-06

    XXVI But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. ``Their van will...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (27)
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    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 Tha...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (28)
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    XXVIII ``And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast, And for the holy maidens Who feed the ...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (29)
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    XXIX ``Haul down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thous...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (30)
    12-06

    XXX Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: ``Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.'' And out spa...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (31)
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    XXXI ``Horatius,'' quoth the Consul, ``As thou sayest, so let it be.'' And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless ...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (32)
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    XXXII Then none was for a party; Then all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fa...

  • A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (33)
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    XXXIII Now Roman is to Roman More hateful than a foe, And the Tribunes beard the high, And the Fathers grind the low. As we wax hot in faction, In bat...

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