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XXXIV
``By many names men call us�察 �In many lands we dwell�此�Well
Samothracia knows us�察 �Cyrene knows us well。 Our house in gay
Tarentum Is hung each morn with flowers�此�High o'er the masts of
Syracuse Our marble portal towers�察 �But by the proud Eurotas
Is our dear native home�察�And for the right we come to fight Before
the ranks of Rome。''
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XXV
So answered those strange horsemen�察 �And each couched low his
spear�察�And forthwith all the ranks of Rome Were bold�察�and of good
cheer�此 �And on the thirty armies Came wonder and affright�察 �And
Ardea wavered on the left�察 �And Cora on the right。 ``Rome to the
charge��'' cried Aulus�察 �`The foe begins to yield� �Charge for the
hearth of Vesta� �Charge for the Golden Shield� �Let no man stop to
plunder�察 �But slay�察 �and slay�察 �and slay�察 �The gods who live forever
Are on our side to´day。''
XXXVI
Then the fierce trumpet´flourish From earth to heaven arose�察�
The kites know well the long stern swell That bids the Romans
close。 Then the good sword of Aulus Was lifted up to slay�察�Then�察�
like a crag down Apennine�察 �Rushed Auster through the fray。 But
under those strange horsemen Still thicker lay the slain�察�And after
those strange horses Black Auster toiled in vain。 Behind them
Rome's long battle Came rolling on the foe�察�Ensigns dancing wild
above�察 �Blades all in line below。 So comes the Po in flood´time
Upon the Celtic plain�察 �So comes the squall�察 �blacker than night�察�
Upon the Adrian main。 Now�察�by our Sire Quirinus�察 �It was a goodly
sight To see the thirty standards Swept down the tide of flight。 So
flies the spray of Adria When the black squall doth blow So corn´
sheaves in the flood´time Spin down the whirling Po。 False Sextus
to the mountains Turned first his horse's head�察 �And fast fled
Ferentinum�察 �And fast Lanuvium fled。 The horsemen of Nomentus
Spurred hard out of the fray�察�The footmen of Velitr* Threw shield
and spear away。 And underfoot was trampled�察 �Amidst the mud and
gore�察 �The banner of proud Tusculum�察 �That never stooped before�此�
And down went Flavius Faustus�察 �Who led his stately ranks From
where the apple blossoms wave On Anio's echoing banks�察 �And
Tullus of Arpinum�察 �Chief of the Volscian aids�察�And Metius with the
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long fair curls�察 �The love of Anxur's maids�察�And the white head of
Vulso�察 �The great Arician seer�察�And Nepos of Laurentum The
hunter of the deer�察 �And in the back false Sextus Felt the good
Roman steel�察 �And wriggling in the dust he died�察 �Like a worm
beneath the wheel�此�And fliers and pursuers Were mingled in a mass�察�
And far away the battle Went roaring through the pass。
XXXVII
Semponius Atratinus Sat in the Eastern Gate�察�Beside him were
three Fathers�察 �Each in his chair of state�察 �Fabius�察 �whose nine stout
grandsons That day were in the field�察�And Manlius�察 �eldest of the
Twelve Who keep the Golden Shield�察�And Sergius�察�the High Pontiff�察�
For wisdom far renowned�察 �In all Etruria's colleges Was no such
Pontiff found。 And all around the portal�察 �And high above the wall�察�
Stood a great throng of people�察 �But sad and silent all�察�Young lads
and stooping elders That might not bear the mail�察�Matrons with lips
that quivered�察 �And maids with faces pale。 Since the first gleam of
daylight�察 �Sempronius had not ceased To listen for the rushing
Of horse´hoofs from the east。 The mist of eve was rising�察 �The sun
was hastening down�察 �When he was aware of a princely pair Fast
pricking towards the town。 So like they were�察�man never Saw twins
so like before�察�Red with gore their armor was�察 �Their steeds were red
with gore。
XXXVIII
``Hail to the great Asylum� �Hail to the hill´tops seven� �Hail to
the fire that burns for aye�察 �And the shield that fell from heaven� �
This day�察 �by Lake Regillus�察 �Under the Porcian height�察 �All in the
lands of Tusculum Was fought a glorious fight。 Tomorrow your
Dictator Shall bring in triumph home The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome��''
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XXXIX
Then burst from that great concourse A shout that shook the
towers�察�And some ran north�察�and some ran south�察 �Crying�察�`The day
is ours��'' But on rode these strange horsemen�察 �With slow and lordly
pace�察�And none who saw their bearing Durst ask their name or race。
On rode they to the Forum�察 �While laurel´boughs and flowers�察�From
house´tops and from windows�察 �Fell on their crests in showers。
When they drew nigh to Vesta�察 �They vaulted down amain�察 �And
washed their horses in the well That springs by Vesta's fane。 And
straight again they mounted�察 �And rode to Vesta's door�察�Then�察�like a
blast�察�away they passed�察 �And no man saw them more。
XL
And all the people trembled�察 �And pale grew every cheek�察�And
Sergius the High Pontiff Alone found voice to speak�此 �`The gods
who live forever Have fought for Rome to´day� �These be the Great
Twin Brethren To whom the Dorians pray。 Back comes the chief in
triumph�察 �Who�察 �in the hour of fight�察 �Hath seen the Great Twin
Brethren In harness on his right。 Safe comes the ship to haven�察�
Through billows and through gales�察 �If once the Great Twin Brethren
Sit shining on the sails。 Wherefore they washed their horses In
Vesta's holy well�察�Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door�察 �I know�察�but
may not tell。 Here�察�hard by Vesta's temple�察 �Build we a stately dome
Unto the Great Twin Brethren Who fought so well for Rome。 And
when the months returning Bring back this day of fight�察�The proud
Ides of Quintilis�察 �Marked evermore with white�察 �Unto the Great
Twin Brethren Let all the people throng�察 �With chaplets and with
offerings�察 �With music and with song�察 �And let the doors and
windows Be hung with garlands all�察 �And let the knights be
summoned To Mars without the wall�此 �Thence let them ride in
purple With joyous trumpet´sound�察�Each mounted on his war´horse�察�
And each with olive crowned�察�And pass in solemn order Before the
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sacred dome�察�Where dwell the Great Twin Brethren Who fought so
well for Rome。''
Virginia
A collection consisting exclusively of war´songs would give an
imperfect�察 �or rather an erroneous�察 �notion of the spirit of the old Latin
ballads。 The Patrici