Identifier: laysofancientrom00maca (find matches)
Title: Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Macaulay, Thomas Babington Macaulay, Baron, 1800-1859
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Publisher: London, New York (etc.) : Longmans, Green and co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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V. The troubled river knew them.And smoothed his yellow foam, 156 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. And gently rocked the cradle That bore the fate of Rome.The ravening she-wolf knew them, And licked them oer and oer,And gave them of her own fierce milk Rich with raw flesh and gore.Twenty winters, twenty springs, Since then have rolled away ;And to-day the dead are living : The lost are found to-day. VI. Blithe it was to see the twins, Right goodly youths and tall,Marching from Alba Longa To their old grandsires hall.Along their path fresh garlands Are hung from tree to tree :Before them stride the pipers, Piping a note of glee. VII. On the right goes RomulusWith arms to the elbows red, And in his hand a broadsword.And on the blade a head—
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THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS. 159 A head in an iron helmet, With horse-hair hanging down,A shaggy head, a swarthy head, Fixed in a ghastly frown—The head of King Amulius Of the great Sylvian line,Who reigned in Alba Longa On the throne of Aventine. VIII. On the left side goes Remus, With wrists and ringers red,And in his hand a boar-spear, And on the point a head—A wrinkled head and aged, With silver beard and hair,And holy fillets round it, Such as the Pontiffs wear— The head of ancient Gamers,Who spake the words of doom (The children to the Tiber ;The mother to the tomb. IX. Two and two behind the twinsTheir trusty comrades go, 160 LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME. Four and forty valiant men, With club, and axe, and bow.On each side every hamlet Pours forth its joyous crowd,Shouting lads and baying dogs And children laughing loud,And old men weeping fondly As Rheas boys go by,And maids who shriek to see the heads Yet, shrieking, press more nigh. X. So they marched along the lake ; They marched b

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