But when they turned their faces, Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more. But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And, like a horse unbroken And whirling down, in fierce career, Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace." Round turned he, as not deigning But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home; To whom the Romans pray, No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, But fiercely ran the current, Swollen high by months of rain: And fast his blood was flowing; And he was sore in pain, And heavy with his armor, And spent with changing blows: And oft they thought him sinking, But still again he rose. Never, I ween, did swimmer, In such an evil case, Struggle through such a raging flood Safe to the landing place: But his limbs were borne up bravely By the brave heart within, And our good father Tiber Bare bravely up his chin. "Curses on him!" quoth false Sextus; "Will not the villain drown? But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town!" "Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena, "And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before." And now he feels the bottom; Το He enters through the River Gate, [Macaulay A ROMAN BATTLE. RIGHT glad were all the Romans When from the south, the cheering Mamilius spied Herminius, All round them paused the battle, The Roman and the Tusculan, Through breastplate and through breast, And fast flowed out the purple blood Over the purple vest. Mamilius smote Herminius Through head-piece and through head; And side by side those chiefs of pride Together fell down dead. Down fell they dead together In a great lake of gore; And still stood all who saw them fall Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning, He burst through ranks of fighting men, His flanks all blood and foam, The pass was steep and rugged, The wolves they howled and whined; But he ran like a whirlwind up the pass, And he left the wolves behind. Through many a startled hamlet Thundered his flying feet; He rushed through the gate of Tusculum, And paused not from his race Till he stood before his master's door And women rent their tresses For their great prince's fall; And old men girt on their old swords, But like a graven image, Black Auster kept his place, With pats and fond caresses, From her own gay attire, Hung sadly o'er her father's corpse Forth with a shout sprang Titus, And seized black Auster's rein. |