Lays of Ancient Rome-Thomas Babington Macaulay

0:00Part 1 of the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macauley. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org, recording by Nathan Atte, Antipity and writer.wordpress.com. The Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macauley. Part 1, Horatius. A lay made about the year of the city, 360. Lays, Posina of Clusium by the nine gods he swore, but the great house of Tarquin should suffer wrong no more. By the nine gods he swore it, and named a tristing day, and bade his messengers ride forth east and west and south and north to summon his array. East and west and south and north the messengers ride fast, and Tower and Town and Cottage have heard the trumpet splashed shame on the false

1:01utraskan who lingers in his home when Posina of Clusium is on the march for Rome. The horsemen and the footamoon are pouring in a mane, from many a stately market place from many fruitful plain, from many alonely hamlet which hid by beach and pine, like an eagle's nest hangs on the crest of purple apenine. From lordly Volotere, where scales the far famed hold, pulled by the hands of giants, for godlike kings of old, from Seagord, Populonia, his senators describe, Sandinius snowy mountain tops fringing the southern sky. From the proud mout of Pise, Queen of the Western waves, we are ride and auxilius cryoreans, heavy with fear-haired slaves, from where sweet clannus wanders through corn and vines and flowers, from where Cortona lifts to heaven the diadem of towers. Tall are the oaks whose acorns,

2:05drop in dark orcers' will. Fat are the stags that champ the boughs of the Seminion hill. The undle streams, like tummus, is to the herdsman deer, best of all pools the fouler loves, the great Bolsinian deer. But now no stroke of woodman is heard by Orsus Rill, no hunter tracks the stag screen path, up the Seminion hill, and watched a long plightumless grazes the milk-white steer, and harmed the water-fail may dip in the Bolsinian deer. The harvests of heretium, this year old men shall reap, this year young boys in umbroke shall plunge the struggling sheep, and in the vats of Luna, this year the must shall phone, round the white feet of laughing girls whose sires have marched to Rome. There be thirty chosen prophets, the wisest of the land, who allway by Lars Pozina, both mourn and evening stand, evening and mourn the thirty,

3:12have turned the verses or, traced from the right on linen white by mighty seers of your, and with one voice the thirty have their glad answer given. Go forth, go forth, Lars Pozina, go forth beloved of heaven, go and returning glory to Lucians royal dome, and hang round nurses, alters the golden shields of Rome. And now, hath every city sent up her tale of men, the footer forscore thousand, the horsear thousandest ten, before the gates of Sutrium, is met the great array, a proud man was Lars Pozina upon the tristing day. For all the Utraskan armies, were arranged beneath his eye, and many a banished Roman, and many a stout ally, and with a mighty following to join the Master came, the Tuskillon, Amelia's, Prince of the Latian name. But by the yellow tyber was tumult and a fright from all the spacious campaign to Rome men

4:18took their flight a mile around the city. A throng stopped up the ways a fearful sight it was to see through too long nights and days. The aged folk on crutches and women great with child, and mothers sobbing over babes that clung to them and smiled, and sick men born in letters high on the necks of slaves, and troops of some burned husband men, three pinks and staves, and droids of mules and asses laden with skins of wine, and endless flocks of goats and sheep and endless herds of kine, and endless trains of wagons that creed beneath the weight of corn sacks and of household goods choked every roaring gate. Now from the rock to pale, cooked the one burger's spy, the line of blazing villages read in the midnight sky, the farbers of the city they sat all night

5:18and day. For every hour some horsemen came with tidings of dismay, to eastward and to westward have spread the Tuscan bands, nor house nor fence nor dovecote, in crustomereum stands for banner down to osteo, have wasted all the playing as to have stormed geniculum and the stout guards are slain. I whist in all the senate there was no heart so bold, but saw it ate and fasted to beat when that ill-news was told. Both with uproars the consul, uproars the farbers all, in haste they girded up their gowns and hide them to the wall. They held a council standing before the river gate, short time was there, you will may guess, for musing all debate, how to speak for council roundly. The bridge must straight go down, for since geniculum is lost, nor else can save the town. Just then a scout came flying, all wild with haste and fear,

6:24to arms to arms so council, Lars Bessina is here and the low hills to westward the consul fixed his eye and saw the swall the storm of dust rise fast along the sky, and nearer fast and nearer, dot the red will wind come, and loud a still and still more loud from underneath that rolling cloud is heard the trumpets warnote proud, the trampling and the hum, and plainly and more plainly. Now through the bloom appears far to the left and far to right in broken bleems of dark blue light the long array of helmets bright, the long array of spears and plainly and more plainly, above that glimmering line, now might he see the banners of twelfth fair cities shine, but the banner of proud plucium was highest of them all, the terror of the umbrian, the terror of the gall, and plainly and more plainly, now might the burgers know,

7:26by port and vest, by horse and crest, each warlike lucamow, their clignis otherretium on his fleet roamed was seen, and as to of the forefold shield, good with the brand, none else may wield, to luminous with the belt of gold and dark the banner from the hold by ready Thresimine. Fast by the royal standard, overlooking all the war, a spossina of plucium sat in his ivory car, by the right wheel rode mammalius, prince of the Latin name, by the left false sextus that wrought the deed of shame, but when the face of sextus was seen among the foes, a yell that rent the firmament from all the town uproars, on the hailstops was no woman, but spat towards him and hissed, no child but screamed out curses, and shook its little fist, but the council's brawl was sad,

8:29and the council's speech was low, and darkly looked he at the wall, and darkly at the foe, their van will be upon us before the bridge goes down, and if they once may win the bridge, what hope to save the town, then out spake brave Horatius, the captain of the gate, to every man upon this earth death comeeth soon or late, and how can man die better than facing fearful odds for the ashes of his fathers and the temples of his gods, and for the tender mother who dandled him to rest, and for the wife who nurses, his baby at her rest, and for the holy maidens who feed the eternal flame to save them from false sexess that wrought the deed of shame. Pew down the bridge, so council, with all this speed, he may, I with too more to help me, will hold the foe in play, in yon straight path a thousand,

9:31may well be stopped by three, now who will stand on either hand, and keep the bridge with me, then out spake of spurious larsius, a remnant proud was he, low I will stand at thine right hand, and keep the bridge with me, and out spake strong, ominous, optician blood was he, I will abide on thy left side, and keep the bridge with me. Horatius, quote the council, as thou saest, so let it be, and straight against that great array, forth went the Dauntless Three, for Romans in Rome's quarrel spared neither land nor gold, nor some nor wife, nor lim' nor life, in the brave days of old. Then none was for a party, then all before the state, then the great man helped the poor, and the poor man loved the great, then lands were fairly portioned, then spoils were fairly sold, the Romans were like brothers,

10:34in the brave days of old. Now Roman is to Roman, more hateful than a foe, and the tribune speared the high, and the fathers grind the low, as we wax hot infection, in battle we wax cold, where four men fight not, as they fought in the brave days of old. Now while the three were tightening their harness on their backs, the council was the foremost man to take in hand and axe, and fathers mixed with commons, ceased hatchet, bar and crow, and smote upon the planks above, and loosed the props below. Meanwhile the Tuscan army, right glorious to behold, came flashing back the noonday light, rank behind rank like surges bright of a broad sea of gold, four hundred trumpets sounded, appeal of warlike glee, as that parade hurst with measured tread, and spears advanced, and enzymes spread rolled slowly towards the bridge's head,

11:36where stood the daunplus three. The three stood calm and silent, and looked upon the foes, and a great shout of laughter, from all the vanguard rose, and four three cheats came sparing, before that deep array. To earth they sprang, their swords they drew, and lifted high their shields and flew, to win the narrow way. Ornus from green typhoonum, Lord of the hill of vines, and sayers, whose eight hundred slaves sickened in the overest mines, and pickers on to pluse him, vessel in peace and war, who led to fight his umbrian powers, from that gray craig where good with towers, the fortress of Nekwinum lowers, over the pale waves of naa. Stautlashus hurled down Ornus, into the stream beneath, hermeneus struck at sayers, and clothing to the teeth, at thicker spray of heracias, darted one fiery thrust, and the proud umbrian's gilded arms clashed in the

12:41bloody dust, in othness of flereyye, rushed on the rovin' three, and lawseless of ergo, the rovin' of the sea, and a run's of volcineum, who slew the great wild oar, the great wild boar that had his den, at amidst the reeds of cosses, thin and wasted fields, and slaughtered men, along albenia's shawl. Aminius smote down Ornus, lashus laid othness low, right to the heart of lawseless, heracias, centre-blow, lie there he cried, filth-pired, no more aghast and pale, from osteous walls the crowd shall mark, the track of thy destroying bark, no more companions hines shall fly towards in kevons, when they spy, by thrice accursed sail. But now no sound of laughter was heard among the thurs, a wild and wrothful clamour, from all the vanguard rose, six spears lengths

13:43from the entrance, halted that deep array, and four spaced no men came forth to win the narrow way. But hark the cry is aster, and low the ranks divide, and the great lord of lunar comes with his stately stride, upon his ample shoulders, clings loud the forefold shield, and in his hand he shakes the brand which none but he can wield. He smiled on those bold Romans, a smile serene and high, he eyed the flinching tuskens, and scorned with in his eye, quorthy. The she-wolf's litter stand savagely at bay, but will ye dare to follow, if asture clears the way. Then whirling up his broadsword with both hands to the height, he rushed against erasius, and smote with all his might, with shield and blade erasius, right defbly turned the bloke. The bloke, though turned, came yet to nigh, it missed

14:45his helm but gashed his thigh, the tuskens raised a joyful cry to see the red blood flow. He reeled, and on, ominous, he leaned one breathing space, then like a wildcat mad with wounds, spring right at asters face, through teeth and skull and helmet, so fierce a thrust he speed, the good sword stood a hand-breath out behind the tuskens head, and the great lord of lunar fell at that deadly stroke, as falls on mount Elvurnus, a thunder smitten oak far over the crashing forest, the giant arms by spread, and the pale august muttering low gaze on the blasted head. On asters throat erasius, right firmly pressed his heel, and thrice at four times tongue-domain, ere he wrenched out the steel, and see he cried, the welcome, their guests that waits you here, what noble lucomo comes next to taste our Roman cheer, but at his 40-challenge, a sullen murmur

15:51ran, mingled of wrath and shame and dread along that bluttering van, elect not men of prowess, nor men of lordly race, for all you tree is noblest, around the fatal place, but all you tree is noblest, felt their hearts sink to sea on the earth for bloody corpses in the path for Daunclas III, and from the ghastly entrance with those bold Romans stood, all shrank like boys who unaware, ranging the woods to start a hear, come to the mouth of the dark layer where growling lobe, a fierce old bear lies at midst bones and blood. Was none who would be foremost to lead such dire attack, but those behind cried forward, and those before cried back, and backward now and forward, waivers the deep array, and on the tossing sea of steel to and throw the standards real, and the victorious trumpet peel dies fitfully away. Yet one man for one moment

16:55strode out before the crowd, well no one was he to all the three, and they gave him greeting loud, now welcome, welcome sex does, now welcome to thy home, my dost thou stay and turn away, he lies the road to Rome, thrice looked he at the city, thrice looked he at the dead, and thrice came on in fury, and thrice turned back in dread, and white with fear and hatred scaled at the narrow way, we are wallowing in a pool of blood the bravest Tuscan sleigh, but meanwhile, axe and lever have manfully been plied, and now the bridge hangs tottering above the boiling tide. Come back, come back, Horatius, loud cried the farthest all, back larsha's, back ominous, back here the ruin fall, back darted, speurious larsha's, ominous started back, and as they passed beneath their feet they felt the timbers crack, but when they turned their faces

17:55and on the farthest shore saw brave Horatius stand alone, they would have crossed once more, but with a crash like thunder fell every loosened beam, and like a dam the mighty wreck lay right a thwart the stream, and a long shout of triumph rose from the walls of Rome, as to the highest turret tops was splashed the yellow foam, and like a horse unbroken, when first he feels the rain the furious river struggled hard and tossed his tawny mane, and burst the curb and bounded, rejoicing to the free, and whirling down in fierce career, battlement and plank and pier rushed headlong to the sea, alone stood brave Horatius, but constant still in mind, thrice 30,000 foes before, and the broad flood behind. Down with him cried false sextus, with a smile and his pale face, now yield thee, cried Lars Bacina, now yield thee to our grace, bound tend he as not dining,

19:02those craven ranks to sea, nor to spakey to Lars Bacina, to sextus not spakey, but he saw on palatinas the white porch of his home, and he spake to the noble river that rolls by the towers of Rome, O' Tyber, Father Tyber, to whom the Romans pray, a Romans life, a Romans arms take bow in charge this day, so he spake and speaking sheathed the good sword by his side, and with his harness on his back plunged headlong in the tide. Now sound of joy or sorrow was heard from either bank, but friends and foes in dumb surprise with part of 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, and even the ranks of Tuscany could scarce faver to cheer, but fiercely ran the current

20:02swallon high by a month's of rain, and fast his blood was flowing, and he was sawing pain, and heavy with his armour, and spent with changing blows, and oft they thought he was sinking, but still again he rose. Never I wean did swim up in such an evil case, struggle through such a raging flood safe to the landing place, but his limbs were born up bravely by the brave heart within, and our good father Tyber, bear bravely up his chin. Curse on him, quoth far sixters, will not the villain drown, but for this day air-clothes of day we should have sacked the town, heaven help him quoth Lars Bessina, and bring him safe to shore, for such a gallant feet of arms was never seen before, and now he feels the bottom, dawn dry earth he stands, now round him from the farthest to press his gory hands, and now with shouts and clapping,

21:05and noise of weeping loud, he enters through the revigate, born by the joys crowd. They gave him of the cornland that was of public right, as much as too strong oxen could plow from morn to night, and they made a molten image, and set it up on high, and there it stands unto this day to witness if I lie. It stands in the committee, plain for folk to see, heracious in his harness, holding upon one knee, and underneath his written, in letters all of gold, how valiantly he kept the bridge in the brave days of old, and still his name sounds stirring unto the men of Rome, as the trumpet blasts that cries to them to charge the bosch in home, and wise still pray to Juneau for boys with hearts as bold, as his who kept the bridge so well in the brave days of old, and in the nights of winter, in the cold north winds blow,

22:12and the long howling of the wolves his herd admist the snow, when round the lonely cottage was loud the tempest stem, and the good logs of alp goodness were all louder yet within, when the oldest cask is opened, and the largest lamp is lit, when the chestnuts glow in the embers, and the kid it turns on the spit, when young and old encircle around the firebrands close, when the girls are weaving baskets, and the lads are shaping bows, when the good man mends his armour, and trimmings his helmet's plume, when the goodwights shuttle merrily goes flashing through the loom with weeping and with laughter, still is the story told how will Horatius kept the bridge in the brave days of old. End of Part 1, recorded by Nathan at antipodyandrighta.wordpress.com

23:18Part 2 of the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Spabington McAuley This is a Librevox recording, all Librevox recordings are in the public domain, for more information or to volunteer please visit Librevox.org, recording by Nathan at antipodyandrighta.wordpress.com Plays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Spabington McAuley Part 2, the battle of the Lake Regulus, a lay sun at the feast of Castor and Pollocks, on the hides of Quintillus in the year of the city 451. Old trumpets sound a warning, O-lictors clear the way, the knights will ride in all their pride along the streets today, today the doors and windows are hung with garlands all from Castor in the forum to Mars without the wall, each knight is roped in purple, with olive each is crowned, a gallant warhorse under each paws haughtily the ground while flows the yellow river

24:23while stands the sacred hill, the proud hides of Quintillus shall have such honour still, gay are the Martian Kellens, December's knowns agree, but the proud hides when the squadron rides shall be Rome's whitest day. Until the great twin brethren we keep this solemn feast swift swift the great twin brethren came sparing from the east, they came over wild, patheneous, tossing in waves of pine over Kyrisdome over Adria's foam over purple apenine, from where with flutes and dancers their ancient mansion rings in Lordly, Vesodemian, the city of two kings, to where by lake Regillus, under the portion height, all in the lands of Tusculum was fought the glorious fight. Now on the place of slaughter a cot sand she folds seen, and rows of irons and fields of wheat and apple orchards green,

25:28the swine crushed the bigacorns that fall from Cornus oaks upon the turf by the fear font, the reapers, potage, smokes, the fisher baits his angle, hunter twangs his bow, little they think on those strong limbs that molder deep below, little they think how sternly that day the trumpets peeled how in this slippery swamp of blood warrior and warhorse reeled, how wolves came with fierce gallop and crows on eager wings to tear the flesh of captains and peck the eyes of kings how thick the dead lay scattered under the portion height, how through the gates of Tusculum raved the wild stream of flight, and how the lake Regillus bowled with crimson foam what time the thirty cities came forth to war with Rome. But Roman, when thou standest upon that holy ground, look thou with heed on the dark rock that

26:33girds the dark lake round, so shout thou see a hoof mark stamped deep into the flint, it was no hoof of mortal steed that made so strange it didn't, there to the great twin brethren, thou thou thou viles and pray that they in tempest and in fight will keep thy head all way. Since last the great twin brethren of mortal eyes were seen, heavy is gone by and hundred and four-score and thirteen, that summer of Virginia's was consul first in place, the second was stout allus of the post-humian race, the herald of the Latins from Gabi I came in state, the herald of the Latins passed through Rome's eastern gate, the herald of the Latins did in our forum stand and there he did his office, a scepter in his hand. He is senators and people of the good town of Rome, the thirty cities charge you to bring the

27:38Tarquins home, and if you still be stubborn to work the Tarquins wrong, the thirty cities warn you look that your walls be strong, then speak the council allus, he spake a bitter gist, once the jays sent a message unto the eagles nest, now yield thou up thine eerie unto the carrion kite, will come forth valiantly and face the jays in deadly fight, forth looked in wrath the eagle, and carrion kite and jay, as soon as they saw his beak and claw fled screaming far away. The herald of the Latins hath hired him back in state, the fathers of the city are met in high debate and spake the elder council, an ancient man and wise, now harken conscript fathers to that which high advise in seasons of great peril, it is good that one bear sway, in choose we aidic tator whom all men shall obey. Cameriam knows how deeply the sort of

28:45allus spites, and all our city calls him the man of seventy fights, then let him be dictator for six months and no more, and have a master of the knights and axes twenty-four. So allus was dictator the man of seventy-fights, he made a beautious elva, his master of the knights on the third mourn thereafter, adorning of the day, did allus and a beautious set forth their array. Sampronius attractinus was left in charge at home, with boys and with grey headed men to keep the walls of Rome, hard by the lake regulus. Our camp was pitched at night, east with a mile the Latins lay under the porcelain height. For over hill land valley their mighty host was spread and with their thousand watchifiers the midnight sky was red. Up rose the golden morning over the porcelain height, the proud ides of quintilus marked evermore with white, not without

29:52secret trouble. Our bravest saw the foes, figure it by three-score thousand spears the thirty standards rose from every warlike city that boasts the Latin name, foretoomed to dogs and vultures that gallant army came. From setiers purple vineyards, from Norbers, ancient hall, from the wider streets of Tuskeland, the proudest town of all, from where the witches fortress overhangs the dark blue seas from the still glassy lake that sleeps beneath our rickia's trees. Those trees in Huston shadow the ghastly priest doth reign, the priest who slew the slayer, and shell himself be slain. From the tree banks of euthens, where flights of marsh fell play, and buffaloes lie wallowing through the hot summer's day. From the gigantic watchtowers no work of earthly men, when score is sentenels overlook the never-ending fenn, from the Laurentian jungle,

30:59the wild hogs really home, from the green steps whence any oleeps in floods of snow-white foam. A rickia, Cora, Norber, a lead tray with the might of setier and of Tuskeland, remarshaled on the right, their leader was Memilius, prince of the Latin name, upon his head a helmet, a red gold shone-like flame, high on a gallant charger of dark grey hue he rode over his gilded armour, a vest of purple-flod woven in the land of sunrise by Sirius, dark-browled daughters, and by the sails of Carthage brought far over the southern waters. Lavinium and Laurentian had on their left the post, with all the banners of the marsh and banners of the coast, their leader was false-sextus, that wrought the deed of shame, with restless pace and haggard face to his last field he

32:01came. Instead he saw strange visions which none beside might see, and that strange sounds within his ears which none might hear but he, a woman fair and stately, but pale as I have adored, oft through the watches of the night, say, spinning by his bed, and as she plied the de staff in a sweet voice and low, she sang of great old houses and fights fought long ago, so spongy and so sang she, until the east was grey, then pointed to her bleeding breast and shrieked and fled away. But in the centre-thickest were ranged the shields of foes, and from the centre-loudest the cry of battle-rose, their tie were marched and beat him, the neith-proud Tarkwyn's rule, and the furant tinom of the rock and gaby eye of the pool, their road of valskin suckers, their inner dark stern ring,

33:04the Roman exiles gathered close around the ancient king, though white as mount Siracety, when winter nights along, his beard flowed down over male and built his heart and hand was strong, under his hori eyebrows still flashed forth quenchless rage, and if the lance shook in his group, it was more with hate than age. Close at his side was Titus, on an apple leon steed, Titus the youngest Tarkwyn, too good for such a breed. Now on each side the leaders gave signal for the charge, and on each side the foot went, strode on with lance and Tarch, and on each side the horsemen struck their spurs deep in gall, and front to front the armies met with a mighty and under that great battle, the earth with blood was red, and like the pontine fog at moan, the dust hung overhead, and louder still and louder rose from the darkened field,

34:09the brain of the warholms, the claim of sword and shield, the rush of squadrons sweeping like whirlwinds over the plain, the shouting of the slayers and screeching of the slay. Both Sextus rode out foremost, his look was high and bold, his corset was of bison's hide plated with steel and gold, as clear as the famished eagle from the Degentian rock, on a choice land that bounds alone before Bendooseus flock. The Minius cleared on Sextus and came with eagle's speed, the Minius on Black Ooster, brave champion on brave steed, in his right hand the broadsword that kept the bridge so well, and on his helm the crown he won when proud Fadine fell. Wower to the maid whose lover shall cross his path today, false Sextus saw and trembled, and turned and fled away, as turns as flies the woodman in the calibrian break, when through

35:14the reeds gleams the round eye of that fell speckled a snake, so turned so fled false Sextus, and hit him in the rear, behind the dark Levinian ranks, bristling with crest and spear. But far to the North, a butius, the master of the knights, gave two borough of Norber to feed the porcine kites, next under those red horse hooves, flakas of setia-lay, better had he been pruning among his elms that day. Minius saw the slaughter and tossed his golden crest and towards the master of the knights through the thick battle-pressed. A butius, smote, a butius so fiercely on the shield that the great lord of Tuskelem will nigh-rolled on the field. Minius smote a butius with a good aim and true, just where the neck and shoulder join, and pierced him through and through, and brave

36:14a butius elva fell swooning to the ground, but a thick wall of bucklers encompassed him around. His clients from the battle bear him some little space and filled a helm from the dark lake and bathed his brow and face, and when at last he opened his swimming eyes to light men say the earliest word he spoke was, friends, how goes the fight, but meanwhile in the centre great deeds of arms were wrought, there all was the dictator and there valerius fought, all was with his good broadsword, a bloody passage cleared, to where admits the thickest foes he saw the long white beared, flat lighted that good broadsword upon proud Tarquins head, he dropped the lance, he dropped the reins, he fell as fall the dead, down all his springs to slay him with eyes like calls of fire, but faster Titus hath sprung down and hath bestroed his sire. Latin captains, Roman knights fast

37:19down to earth they spring, and hand to hand they fought on foot around the ancient king. First Titus gave Torquecio a death wound in the face, Torquecio was the bravest man of the brave Fabian race, all as slew wrecks of Gabiai, the priest of Juneau's shrine, valerius smote down Julius of Rome's great Julian line, Julius who left his mansion high on the Vylian hill, and through all turns of wheel and woe followed proud Tarquins still. Now right across proud Tarquins, a corpse was Julius laid, and Titus groaned with rage and grief and at Vylarius made, Vylarius struck at Titus and lopped off half his crest, the Titus stabbed Vylarius, a spanned deep in the breast, like a mast snapped by the tempest, Vylarius reeled and fell,

38:20awe whos me for the good house that loves the people will, then shouted loud the Latins, and with one rush they bore, the struggling Romans backward, three lances length and more, and up they took proud Tarquins and laid him on a shield, and four strong yeoman bear him, still senseless from the field. But Thesa grew the fighting around Vylarius dead, the Titus dragged him by the foot and allas by the head, on Latins on Quarth Titus, see how the rebels fly, Romans stand firm Quarth allas, and when this fight or die they must not give Vylarius to Raven and to kite, for I, Vylarius loathed the wrong and I uphill the right, and for your wives and babies, in the front rank he fell, now play the man for the good house that loves the people will, then tenfold round the body, the roar of battle rows, like the roar of a burning forest when a strong

39:27north wind blows, now backward and now forward, rocked furiously the fray, till none could see Vylarius, a none-wist where he lay, the shivered arms and enzymes were heaped there in a mound, and corpses stiff and dying men that writhed and nought the ground, and wounded horses kicking and snorting purple foam, right world did such a couch the fit a consular of Rome. But north looked the dictator, north looked he long and hard, and spaked a chaos caussus the captain of his guard, chaos of all the Romans, they are hast the keenest sight, say what through yonder storm of dust comes from the Latian right, then answered chaos caussus, I see an evil sight, the banner of proud tusculum comes from the Latian right, I see the plumbered horseman and far before the rest, I see the dark grey charger,

40:29I see the purple vest, I see the golden helmet that shines far off like flame, so ever rides, Namilius, prince of the Latian name. Now Harkin, chaos caussus, spring on thy horses back, ride as the wolves of Apenin were all upon thy track, haste to our southward battle, and never draw thy reign, until thy will find amineus and bid him come a name, so all as spake and turned him again to that fierce strife, and chaos caussus mounted, and rode for death and life, loud clang to beneath his horse hooves, the helmets of the dead, and many a curdling pool of blood splashed him from heel to head, so came he far to southward, where fought the Roman post against the banners of the marsh and banners of the coast, by corn before the sickle, the stout Lavinian's fell beneath the edge of the true sword that kept

41:29the bridge so well. The menius, all as greets thee, he bids thee come with speed to help our central battle, for saw is their our need, their wars the youngest Tarkin, and their the crest of flame, the tusculine, Namilius, prince of the Latian name, the lyrus hath fallen fighting in front of our array, and all as the seventy fields alone upholds the day. Amineus beat his bosom, but never a word he spake, he clapped his hand on austers' mane, he gave the reins a shake, away, away went auster, like an arrow from the bow, black auster was the fleetest steed from orthodus to poe. Right glared were all the Romans, who in that hour of dread against great odds bear up the war around the lyrus dead, when from the south the cheering rose with a mighty swell. Amineus comes, Amineus, who kept the bridge so well. Namilius spied, Amineus and dashed across the way. Amineus,

42:36I have sought thee through many a bloody day, one of us two, Amineus shall never more go home, I will lay on the tusculine and lay thou on for Rome, all round them poor is the battle. While met in mortal fray, the Roman and the tusculine, the horses black and grey. Amineus smote Amineus through breastplate and through breast, and fast flowed out the purple blood over the purple vest. Amineus smote Amineus through head piece and through head, and side by side those chiefs pride together fell down dead, down the fill they did together in a great lake of gaw, and still stood all who saw them fall, or men might count a school. Fast fast with heels wild spurning, the dark grey charger fled, he burst through ranks of fighting men he sprang over heaps of dead, his bridal far out streaming, his flanks all blood and phone, he sought the southern mountains,

43:42the mountains of his home. The pass was steep and rugged, the wolves they held and wind, 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 tusculine, he rushed up the long wide street, he rushed by tower and temple, and paused not from his race until he stood before his master's door in the stately market place, and straight away round him gathered a pale and trembling crowd, and when they knew him cries of rage break forth and wailing loud, and women rent their trusses for their great princess fall, an old man girt on their old swords and went to man the wall. But like a graven image, black ooster kept his place, and ever wistfully he looked into his master's face, the raven mane that daily, with pets and fond caresses, the young menia

44:46washed and curmed and twined in even trusses, and decked with coloured rubens from her own gay attire, hung sadly over a father's corpse in carnage and in my heart, forth with a shout spring tightess, and seized black ooster's reign, then alless swear a fearful oath and ran at him a mane. The theories of thy brother, with me and mine abide, if one of your accursed house upon black ooster ride, as on an alpine watchtower, from heaven comes down the flame, full on the neck of titers, the blade of alless came, and out the red blood spouted in a wide arch and tall, as spouts are fountain in the court of some rich campewans all. The knees of all the latines were loosened with dismay, when dead undead hermeneus, the bravest taquin lay. In alless the decatata stroked oosters

45:49brave and man, with heed he looked unto the girthes, with heed unto the reign. Now bear me well black ooster, into yon, thick array, and thou and I will have for avenge, for thy good lord today. So spakey and was buckling, tighter black oosters banned, when he was aware of a princely pair that rode at his right hand, so like they were no mortal, might one from other know. What is snow their arm, or was their steeds, or white as snow? Never on earthly anvil did such rare armour gleam, and never did such gallant steeds drink of an earthly stream, and all who saw them trembled and pale grew every cheek, and alless the decatata scarce gathered voice to speak. Say, by what name men call you, what city is your home, and wherefore ride ye in such guise before the ranks of Rome? By many names men call us, in many lands we dwell, well, Samosathrasia knows us,

46:56Saurini knows us well, our house in gay Tarantum is hung each mourn with flowers, high over the masts of Syracuse, our marble portal towers, but by the proud Erotus is our dear native home, and for the right we come to fight before the ranks of Rome. So answered those strange wholesome and each celtched low his spear, and forth with all the ranks of Rome were bold and of good cheer, and on the thirty armies came wonder and a fright, and Ardia waved on the left and Cora on the right. Roamed of the charge, cried alless, the foe begins to yield, charge for the half of Vester, charge for the golden shield, let no man stop to plunder, but slay and slay and slay, the gods who live forever are on our side today. Then the fierce trumpet flourish, from earth to heaven arose, the kites no will, along stern swell that bids the Romans close.

48:00Then the good sword of alless was lifted up to slay, then like a crag down Habanine, rushed austere through the fray, but under those strange horsemen still thicker laid the slain, and after those strange horses black austere, twiled in vain, behind them Rome's long battle came rolling on the foe, in signs dancing wild above blades all in a line below. So comes the poe in a flood time upon the Celtic plain, so comes the squall blacker than night upon the Adrian main, now by our saw, queer inus, it was a goodly sight to see that thirty standards swept down the tide of flight. So flies the spray of Adria, and on the black squall dot flow, so corn sheaves in the flood times been down the whirling poe, all sextus to the mountains turned first his horses head, and fast fled for entenium, and fast linovium fled. The horsemen of Namentum spared hard

49:06out of the fray, the footamun of the litre, through shield and spear away, and underfoot was trampled, amidst the mud and a gaw, the banner of proud tusculum, but never stooped before, and down went flay this austess, who led his stately ranks, from where the apple blossoms wave on annoes echoing banks, and tell us of Arpinum, chief of the bosch in the haids, and metius with the long fear culls, the love of Anxus maids, and the white head of also, the great Erykin seer, and nebos of lyrntum, the hunter of the deer, and in the back false sextus, felt the good Roman steel, and wriggling in the dust he died like a worm beneath the wheel, and fliers and pursuers were mingled in a mass, and far away the battle, went roaring through the pass. Sampranius, a tratinus, sat in the eastern gate, beside him were three fathers, each in his chair of

50:10state, Fabius, whose nines dealt grandsons, that day in the field, and manliest eldest of the 12, who keep the golden shield, and surges the high pontiff, for wisdom far renowned, in all utrious colleges, was no such pontiff found, and all around the portal, and high above the wall, stood a great throng of people, but sad and silent all, young lads and stooping elders that might not bear the male, matrons with lips that quivered, and maids with faces pale. Since the first gleam of daylight, Sampranius had not ceased to listen for the rushing, force hooves from the east, the mist of the eave was rising, the sun was hastening down, when he was aware of a princely pair fast, pricking towards the town, so like they were, man never, saw twins so like before, red with gawd their armour was, their steeds were red with gawd. Hale, to the great asylum,

51:16hailed to the hilltops, seven, hailed the fire that burns for eye and the shield that fell from heaven, this day by lake regulus, under the porcelain height, all in the lands of Tuskelem was fought a glorious fight. Tomorrow your dictator shall bring in triumph home, the spoils of 30 cities, to deck the shines of Rome. Enbursed from that great concourse, a shout that shook the towers, and some ran north and some ran south crying, the day is ours, but on road these strange horsemen, with slow and lordly pace, and none who saw their bearing, just ask their name or race, on road they too the forum, while laurel bells and flowers from house tops and from windows fill on their crests in showers, when they drew nigh to the Esther, they vaulted down a main, and washed their horses in the world that springs by the Esther's phone, and straight away they

52:18mounted and rode to Esther's door, then like a blast away they passed and no man saw them more, and all the people trembled and pale grew every cheek, and surges the high pontiff alone found voice to speak. The gods who lived forever have fought for Rome today, these be the great twin brethren to whom the Dorians pray. Back comes the chief in triumph, who in the hour of fighting have seen the great twin brethren, in harness on his right, safe comes the ship to Haven, through billows and through gales, if once the great twin brethren said shining on the sails, wherefore they washed their horses in Vestas, holy will, wherefore they rode to Vestas' door, I know but may not tell. Here hard by Vestas temple, build we estatefully don't, unto the great twin brethren, be fought so well for Rome, and when the months returning bring back this day of

53:22fight, the proud hides of quintiless, marked heaven war with white, unto the great twin brethren, let all the people throng, with chaplets and with offerings, with music and with song, and let the doors and windows be hung with garlands all, and let the nights be summoned to Mars without the wall, then let them ride in purple, with joyous trumpet sound, each mounted on his warhorse, and each with olive crowned, and passing solemn order, before their sacred dome, where dwell the great twin brethren, before so well for Rome. End of part 2, recorded by Nathan At. Antibody and writer.wordpress.com Part 3 of the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macculley

54:24This is Librevox Recording. All Librevox Recording are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Nathan At. Antibody and writer.wordpress.com Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macculley Part 3, Virginia Fragments of a Laysung in the Forum on the Day, whereon, Lucius Sextus, Sixtenus, Lateranus, and Caes Lucinus, Clovis Stolo, related to tribunes of the commons the fifth time in the year of the city, 382. E. Good men of the commons with loving hearts and true, who stand by the bold tribunes that still have stood by you. Come make a circle round me and mark my tail with care, a tail of what Rome once hath oren of what Rome yet may be. This is no greation fable of fountains running wine of maids with snaky trusses or sailors turned to swine. You in this very forum under the

55:31Noon Day Sun, incite of all the people, the bloody deed was done. Old men still creep among us who saw that fearful day, just 70 years and seven ago when the wicked ten fell away. All the wicked ten still, the names are held accursed and of all the wicked ten, Appius Claudius was the worst. He stalked among the forum like King Takuen and his pride, 12 axes waited on him, six marching on a side. The Townsman shrank to right and left and hide a scant with fear. His lowering brow is curling mouth, which always seemed to sneer. That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred still. For never was there Claudius yet but wished the common zeal. Norlax he fit attendance, for close behind his heels, without stretched chin and crouching pace, the client Marcus steals. His lowering skirt up to run with speed,

56:36be the errand what it may, and the smile flickering on his cheek, for ought his lord may say, such violence pimp and jest for hire among the lying Greeks, such violence still appeared to hoot when brave Lissinius speaks, wherever you shed the honey, the buzzing flies will crowd, wherever ye fling the carrion, the ravens croak is loud, wherever down type of garbage floats, the greedy pike you see, and where so ever such lord is found, such client still will be. Just then as through one Claudeless chink in a black stormy sky, shines out the jui morning star, a fair young girl came by, with her small tablets in her hand and her sexual on her arm, home she went bounding from the school, nor dreamed of shame or harm, and past those dreaded axes she innocently ran, with bright frank brow that had not learned to blush at gaze of man,

57:39and up the sacred street she turned, and as she danced along, she warbled galley to herself lines of the good old song, how for a sport the princes came, spurring from the camp, and found Lucrice combing the fleece under the midnight lamp. The maiden sang as sings the lark when up he darts his flight, from his nest in the green April corn to meet the morning light, and appears heard her sweet young voice, and saw her sweet young face, and loved her with the accursed love of his accursed race, and all along the forum and up the sacred street, his vulture eye pursued the trip of those small glancing feet. Over the Orban mountains, the light of morning broke, from all the roofs the seven hills curled the thin reaths of smoke, the city gates were opened, the forum all alive, with buyers and with sellers was coming like a hive,

58:42lively on brass and timber, the craftsman's stroke was ringing, and blithely over her paniers, the market girl was singing, and blithely young Virginia came smiling from her home, our woe for young Virginia, the sweetest maid in Rome, with her small tablets in her hand and her satchel on her arm, forth she went bounding to the school, nor dreamed of shame or harm. She crossed the forum, shining, with stalls in Allys Gae, and just had reached the very spot where I stand this day, when up the vial at Marcus came, not such as when airwild, he crouched behind his patrons' heels with the true client smile. He came with lowering forehead, swollen features and clenched fist, and strode across Virginia's path and caught her by the wrist. Hard strobe the frited maiden, and screamed with look a gassed, and at her scream from right and left,

59:44the folk came running fast, the money changed at Christmas with his thin silver hairs, and Hano, from the stately booth, littering with punic wears, and the strong smith urana, grasping a half forged brand, and Valero, the flesher, his cleaver in his hand, all came in wroth and wonder, for all knew that fair child, and as she passed them twice a day, all kissed their hands and smiled, and the strong smith urana gave Marcus such a blow, a catif reeled three paces back, and let the maiden go, yet glad he fiercely round him, and growled in harsh, filled tone. She's mine, and I will have her, I seek but for mine own. She is my slave born in my house, and stolen away, and sold, the year of the sore sickness, as she was twelve hours old. For in the sad September, the month of

1:00:44wild and fright, to August were born forth that mourn, the council died in night, I wait on Appius Claudius, I waited on his sire, let him who works the pliant wrong, but wear the patrons higher. So speak the valet Marcus, and dread and silence came, on all the people at the sound of the great Claudian name. For then there was no tribune to speak the word of might, which makes the rich man tremble, and guards the poor man's right. There was no brave the seniors, no honest, sixties then, but all the city in great fear abade the wicked ten. Yet air the valet Marcus, again, might seize the maid, who clung tight to marina's skirt and sobbed and shrieked the aid, forth through the throng of gazes, the young Achilles suppressed, and stamped his foot and rent his gown, and smote upon his breast, and sprang upon that column. By many a menstrual song,

1:01:50were on three mouldring helmets, three rusting swords, a hung, and beckoned to the people, an in bold voice and clear, poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to hear. Now buy your children's cradles, now buy your father's graves, be men today, queerites, or be forever slaves. For this did a servicess give us laws, for this did look creesplead. For this was the great vengeance wrought on Tarquins evil seed. For this did those false sons make red the axes of their sire. For this did scavolars right hand his sin at us can fire. Shall the vile fox earth all the race that stormed the lion's den, shall we who could not brook one lord, crout to the wicked ten, O for that ancient spirit which curbed the senate's will over the tents which in old time whitened the sacred hill. In those brave days our fathers

1:02:51stood firmly side by side, they faced the masseon fury, they tamed the Fabian pride, they drove the fiercest quenched yus an outcast forth from Rome, they sent the hortiest Claudius with shivered facees home, but what bear care bequeathed us how madness flung away, all the ripe fruit of three score years was blighted in a day. Exalt e proud petitions, a hard fought fight is over, we strove for honest, was in vain, for freedom, it is no more. No cry to the polling summons the eager throng, no tribune breathes the word of might that guards the weak from wrong, our very hearts that were so high sink down beneath your will, riches and lands and power and state he have them, keep them still, still keep the holy philips, still keep the purple gown, the axes and the cural chair, the car and laurel crown, still presses for your cohorts and when the fight is done, still fill your garranas from the soil which our good

1:03:57swords have won, still like a spreading ulcer which leach craft may not cure, let your foul use since eat away the substance of the poor, still let your haggard debtors bear all their father's boar, still let your dens of torment be noisome as of your no fire when tidal freezes, no air in dogsty heat, and store of rods for freeborne backs and holes for freeborne feet, keep heavier still with fetters, bar closer still the great patient as sheep, we yield us up unto your cruel hate but by the shades beneath us and by the guards above, add not unto your cruel hate, your yet more cruel love, have you not graceful ladies whose spotless lineage springs from consuls and hypontics and ancient orban kings, ladies who die not on our paths to set their tender feet, if on their cars look down with scorn upon the wandering street, who in Corinthian

1:05:03mirrors their own proud smiles behold and breath of capu and odors and shine with spanish gold, then leave the poor plebeian his single tired to life, the sweet sweet love of daughter, of sister and of wife, the gentle speech the balm for all that is vexed, soul and jewels, the kiss in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours, still let the maiden's beauty swirl the farthest breast with pride, still let the bridegroom's arms unfold and unpolluted bride, sparse the inexperable wrong, the unattribble shame that turns the cow its heart to steal the sluggish blood to flame, best when our latest hope is fled, he taste of our despair and learn by proof in some wild hour how much the wretched dare. Straightway for genius led the maid a little, space aside to where the reeking shambles stood to piled up with horn and to hide, close to yon low dark archway where in a crimson flood

1:06:10leaves down to the great sewer, the gurgling, stream of blood, hard to buy a flesher on a block had laid his whittled down, the genius caught the whittled up and hid it in his gown, and then his eyes grew very dim and his throat began to swell, and in a horse changed, voice he spake, farewell sweet child, farewell. Oh how I loved my darling, though stern I sometimes be, to thee thou knowest I was not, so who could be so to thee, and how my darling loved me, how glad she was to hear, my footstep on the threshold when I came back last year, and how she danced with pleasure to see my civic crown and took my sword and hung it up and brought me forth my gown. Now all these things are over, yes, all thy pretty ways, thy needlework thy prattle thy snatches of old lays, and none will grieve when I go forth or smile when I return, or watch beside the old man's bed all weep upon his ear. The house that was

1:07:16the happiest within the Roman walls, the house that envied not the wealth of capulah's marble walls, now for the brightness of thy smile must have eternal bloom, and for the music of thy voice the silence of the tomb. The time has come see how he points his eager hand this way, see how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey, with all his wit, he little deems that spurned, betrayed, bereft, thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left. He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save thy gentle youth from taunts and blows the portion of the slave, yay, and from nameless evil that passeth taunt and blow, foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once more and give me one more kiss, and now mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this. With that he lifted high the steel

1:08:23and smote her in the side, and in her blood she sank to earth and with one sob she died. Then for a little moment all people held their breath, and through the crowded forum was stillness as of death, and in another moment break forth from one and all, a cry as if the boss kins were coming over the wall, some with averted faces shrieking fled home a main, some ran to call a leech and some ran to lift the slame, some felt her lips and little rest of life might be found, and some tore up their garments fast and strove to staunch the wound, in vain they ran and felt and staunched, for never true a blow, that good right arm had delting fight against a bosch in the foe. When Appius Claudius saw that deed he shuddered and sank down and hid his face some little space with the corner of his gown, till with white lips and blood shot eyes a genius totted nigh,

1:09:28and stood before the judgment seat and held the knife on high, oh dwellers in the never-glue avengers of the slame by this dear blood I cry to you do right between us train, and even as Appius Claudius had dealt by me and mine, deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line, so speak the slayer of his child and turned and went his way, but first he cast one haggard glance to wear the body, flay and rived and groaned a fearful groan, and then with steadfast feet strove right across the market place unto the sacred street, then up spring Appius Claudius, stop him alive or dead ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his head, he looked upon his clients, but none would work his will, he looked upon his lictus but they trembled and stood still, and as Virginia's through the press his way in silence clifft, ever the mighty multitude fell back to right and left, and he hath passed in safety unto his

1:10:34wofel home, and there taken horse to tilt the camp what deeds are done in Rome. By this the flood of people was swollen from every side, and its streets and porches round were filled with that overflowing tide, and close around the body gathered a little train, of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain, they brought a beer and hung it with many a cypress crown, and gently they uplifted her and gently laid her down, the face of Appius Claudius, all the Claudian, scale and sneer, and in the Claudian note he cried, what doth this rubble here? Had they no crafts, to mind at home, that either would they stray? Oh, lictus, clear the marketplace and fetch the corpse away, voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud, but a deep, sullen murmur wandered among the crowd, like the moaning noise that goes before the whirlwind on the deep, or the growl of a fierce watchdog,

1:11:39but half aroused from sleep, but when the lictus at that word tall yearmen all and strong, each with his axe and sheep twigs went down into the throne, those old men say who saw that day of sorrow and of sin that in the Roman forum was never such a dim, the wailing hooting, cursing, the hails of grief and hate were heard beyond the pincin hill beyond the Latin gate, but close around the body, where stood the little train, of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain, no cries were there but teeth set fast, low whispers and black frowns, and breaking up of benches and girding up of gowns, to as well the lictus might not pierce to where the maiden lay, else surely had they been all twelfth torn limb from limb that day, right blad they were to struggle back blood streaming from their heads, with axes all in splinters and raiment, all in

1:12:42treads, then hackers clawed his nought, his lip and the blood left his cheek, and thrice he beckoned with his hand and thrice he strove to speak, and thrice the tossing forum set up a frightful gill, cc thou dog what thou hast done and hide by shame in hill, thou that wouldst make our maidens slaves must first make slaves of men, tribunes, or after tribunes, down with the wicked ten, and straight away thick as hailstones came whizzing through the air, pebbles and bricks and pot shirts all round the cural chair, and upon apius Claudius great fear and trembling came, for never was a Claudius yet brave against ought but shame, though the great houses love us not, we own to do them right, that the great houses all save one, have borne them well in fight, still chaos of Correllay, with his triumphs and his wrongs, his vengeance and his mercy live in our

1:13:43camp fire songs, beneath the oak of furious oft have gall and tusken bowed, and Rome may be the pride of him of whom herself is proud, but evermore a Claudius shrinks from a stricken field, and changes colour like a maid at sight of sword and shield, the Claudian triumphs all will one within the city towers, the Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but hours, a caussous like a wild cat springs ever at the face, a thavius rushes like a bore against the shouting chase, but the vile, plaud in litter, raging with kurish spite, still gilps and snaps at those who run, still runs from those who smite, so now to a scene of apius when stones begin to fly, he shook and crouched and run his hands and smote upon his thigh, pined clients, honest lictors, stand by me in this fray, must I be torn to pieces, home home, the nearest way,

1:14:44while yet he's spaken looked around with a bewilded stare, for sturdy lictors put their necks beneath the cural chair, and four-score clients on the left and four-score on the right, arrayed themselves with swords and staves and lawlings gird up for fight, but, though without forced staff or sword so furious was the throng, that scarce the train with might and name could bring their lord along. Twelve times the crowd made at him, five times they seized his gown, small chance was his to rise again if once they got him down, and sharp became the pelting, and evermore the ill tribunes, we will have tribunes rose with a louder swell, and the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail when raves the atriatic beneath an eastern gale, when the calibrary and sea marks are lost in clouds of spew, and the great thunder cape has dawned his veil of inking gloom, one stone hit apius in the mouth, and one beneath the ear, and air he reached

1:15:50mount palatine, he swooned with pain and fear, his cursed head that he was want to hold so high with pride, now like a drunken man's hung down and swayed from side to side, and when his stout retainers had brought him to his door, his face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gaw, as apius Claudius was that day so may his grandson be, God send Rome one such other sight, and send me there to see. End of part three recorded by Nathan hat, antibodyandrider.wepress.com Part four of the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macauley. This is a Librevox recording. All of the Vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer, please visit librevox.org. Recording by Nathan at

1:16:51antipathyandrider.wepress.com, the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Bevington Macauley, part four. The prophecy of capis, a Laysung etched the banquet in the capital. On the day were on, manius, curious dentartus, a second time consul triumphed over King Purus and the Tarantines in the year for city, 479. Now slain is King Amulius of the great Sylvan line, who reigned in all the longer on the throne of Abentime. Slain is the pontiff Camillas, who speak the word to do, children to the tyrant, the mother to the tomb. In albus Lake Nofischer, his net today is flinging. On the dark rind of albus oaks today, no axe is ringing. The yoke hangs over the manger. The sive lies in the hay. Through all the alban villages, no work is done today.

1:17:54And every alban burger hath donned his whitest gown. And every head in alba, weareth a poplar crown. And every alban doorpost with bowels and flowers his gay, for today a dead a living, the lost a found today. They were doomed by a bloody king, they were doomed by a lying priest. They were cast on the raging flood, they were tracked by the raging beast, raging beast and raging flood alike have spared the prey. And today the dead are living, the lost are found today. The troubled river knew them, and smoothed his yellow phone, and gently rocked the cradle, that bore the fate of Rome. The ravening she wolf knew them, and licked them ore and ore, and gave them of her own fierce milk rich with raw flesh and gaw. Twenty winters, twenty springs since then have rolled away. And today a dead a living,

1:18:57the lost a found today. Lie of it was to see the twins right goodly youths and tall, marching from all the longer to their old grand sires all. Along their path fresh garlands, a hung from tree to tree, before them stride the pipers, piping a note of glee. On the right goes Romulus with arms to the elbows red, and in his hand a broad sword, and on the blade a head, 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 Sylvan line, reigned in all the longer, on the throne of avontime. On the left side goes Remus, with wrists and fingers 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 philates rounded, such as the potifs where,

1:20:04the head of ancient cameas, who speak the words of doom, the children to the tyber, the mother, to the tomb. Two and two behind the twins, their trusty comrades go, four and forty valiant men with club and axe and bow. On each side every hamlet, pours forth its joyous crowd, shouting lads and bang dogs and children laughing loud, and old men weeping fondly, as rear's boys go by, and made to shriek to see the head's yet shrieking press or eye. So they marched along the lake, they marched by fold and stall, by corn, field and by vineyard, unto the old man's hall. And the hall gate set, capers, capers the cyclists, seah, from head to foot he trembled, as Romulus drew near, and up stood stiff his thin white hair and his blind eyes, flashed fire. Hail, foster child of the wondrous snuse, hail sun of the wondrous

1:21:07sire, but thou, what dost thou here in the old man's peaceful hall, what doth the eagle in the coop the bison in the stall, our corn fills many a garner, our vines clasp many a tree, our flocks are white on many a hill, but these are not for thee, for thee no treasure ripens in the tarte sea in mine, for thee no ship brings precious bails across the Libyan brine, our shout not drink from amber, our shout not rest on down, Arabia shall not steep thy locks nor sit on tinge thy gown. Big golden mure and jewels, rich table and soft bed, to them who of man's cedar-born, whom woman's milk hath fed thou wast not made for luca, for pleasure, north arrest thou, that art sprung from the war-guards' loins, and has tugged at the sheath's breast. From sunrise unto sunset all earth shall hear thy fame, a glorious city thou shalt build and name

1:22:12it by thy name, and their unquenched through ages, like vesters sacred fire. Shall live the spirit of thy nurse, the spirit of thy sigh. The ox toils through the furrow, obedient to the goat, the patient asks up flinty paths, plodds with his weary load, with wine and bound the spanyl, his masters whistle heirs, and the sheep yield to the patiently to the loud, clashing shears, but thy nurse will hear no master, thy nurse will be no load, and woe to them that sheer her, and woe to them that goat, when all the pack loud, baying the bloody lear surrounds, she dies in silence biting hard amidst the dying hounds. Pomona loves the orchard and liver loves the vine, and palace loves the straw-built shed, worn with the breath of kine, and Venus loves the whispers of plighted youth and maid,

1:23:14in April's ivory moonlight beneath the chestnut shade, but by further loves the clashing of broadsword and of shield, he loves to drink the stream that reeks from the fresh battle field, he smiles a smile more dreadful in his own dreadful frown, and he sees the thick black cloud of smoke go up from the conquered town, and such as is the wargarde, the author of thy line, and such as she who suckled at the even such be thou and thine, leave to the soft companion, his baths and his perfumes, leave to the sworded race of tire, their dying vets and looms, leave to the sons of Carthage, the rudder and the ore, leave to the Greek his marble nymphs and scrolls of wordy lore. Thine Roman is the pillum, Roman the sword is thine, the even trench, the bristling mound, the legions, ordered line, and thine the wheels of triumph, which with their

1:24:18laureld train, leaves slowly up a shouting streets to joeves eternal fame. Beneath thy yoke the boschian shall veil his lofty brow, soft capuers cooled revelers before thy chairs shall bow, the locomoes of Arnes shall quake by rods to sea, and the proud semknights heart of steel shall yield to only thee. The gall shall come against thee from the land of snow and night, their shall to give his fear-haired armies to the raven and the kite. The Greek shall come against thee, the conqueror of the east beside him stalks to battle, the huge earth shaking beast, the beast on whom the castle with all its scarred stoppest stand. For these two have between his eyes the serpent, for a hand, first march the bold epo-rities, which close with shield and spear, and the ranks of false-terentom, a blutering in the rear. The ranks of false-terentom, like hunted sheep shall fly,

1:25:26in vain the bold epo-rities shall round their standards die, and apenines grey vultures shall have a noble feast on the fat and the eyes of the huge earth shaking beast, a ra for the good weapons that keep the warguides land, a ra for Rome's stout pillum in a stout Roman hand, a ra for Rome's short broadsword that through the thick array of levelled spears and seared shields use deep its gory way. A ra for the great triumph that stretches many a mile, a ra for the one captives that pass in endless file, whom bold epo-rities wither have the red king taken flight, who, doles of false-terentom, is not the gown washed white, a ra for the great triumph that stretches many a mile, a ra for the rich die of tire and the fine web of Nile. The helmets gay with plumage

1:26:31torn from the fesent swings, the belts set thick with starry gems that shone on Indian kings. It earns of massie silver, the goblets rough with gold, the many coloured tablets bright with loves and wars of old, the stone that breathes and struggles the brass that seems to speak, such cunning bay who dwell on high have gum unto the Greek. A ra for many a securious the bravest son of Rome, thrice in utmost need centa forth thrice drawn in triumph home, we've weaved the many a securious, a third embroidered gown, make ready the third lofty car and twine the third green crown and yoke the steeds of rosier with necks like a bended bow and deck the bull, mavenia's bull, the bull is white as snow, blessed and thrice blessed the Roman, who sees Rome's brightest day, who sees that long victorious pomp wide down the sacred way and through the

1:27:38bellowing forum and round the suppliance grove up to the everlasting gates of Kapitolian, Jo, then where over two bright havens the towers of Corinth frown, the vagina ganty king of day on his own roads looks down, their soft, orientious learners beneath the laurel shades, where Nile reflects the endless length of dark red colonnades, where in the still deep water sheltered from waves and blasts bristles the dusky forest of verses thousand masks, where fur-clad hunters wander, amidst the northern ice, where through the sand of morning land the camel bears the spice, where atlas flings his shadow far over the western foam shall be great fear on all who hear the mighty name of Rome.

1:28:39End of Part 4, End of the Lays of Ancient Rome by Thomas Spirvington Bacoli, recorded by Nathan At, 令 Gina Antipady and writer.wordpress.com