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Lars Porsena of Clusium By the Nine Gods he sworeThat the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more.By the Nine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day,And bade his messengers ride forth,East and west and south and north, To summon his array.

## The messengers ride fast,And tower and town and cottage Have heard the trumpet's blast.Shame on the false Etruscan Who lingers in his home,When Porsena of Clusium Is on the march for Rome.

## Are pouring in amainFrom many a stately market-place; From many a fruitful plain;From many a lonely hamlet, Which, hid by beech and pine,Like an eagle's nest, hangs on the crest Of purple Apennine;

## Where scowls the far-famed holdPiled by the hands of giants For godlike kings of old;From seagirt Populonia, Whose sentinels descrySardinia's snowy mountain-tops Fringing the southern sky;

## Queen of the western waves,Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves;From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers;From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers.

## Drop in dark Auser's rill;Fat are the stags that champ the boughs Of the Ciminian hill;Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear,Best of all pools the fowler loves The great Volsinian mere.

## Is heard by Auser's rill;No hunter tracks the stag's green path Up the Ciminian hill;Unwatched along Clitumnus Grazes the milk-white steer;Unharmed the water fowl may dip In the Volsinian mere.

## This year, old men shall reap;This year, young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep;And in the vats of Luna, This year, the must shall foamRound the white feet of laughing girls, Whose sires have marched to Rome.

## The wisest of the land,Who alway by Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand:Evening and morn the Thirty Have turned the verses o'er,Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore.

## Have their glad answer given:"Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena; Go forth, beloved of Heaven;Go, and return in glory To Clusium's royal dome;And hang round Nurscia's altars The golden shields of Rome."

## Sent up her tale of men;The foot are fourscore thousand, The horse are thousands ten.Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array.A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day.

## Were ranged beneath his eye,And many a banished Roman, And many a stout ally;And with a mighty following To join the muster cameThe Tusculan Mamilius, Prince of the Latian name.

## Was tumult and affright:From all the spacious champaign To Rome men took their flight.A mile around the city, The throng stopped up the ways;A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days.

## And women great with child,And mothers sobbing over babes That clung to them and smiled,And sick men borne in litters High on the necks of slaves,And troops of sun-burned husbandmen With reaping-hooks and staves,

## Laden with skins of wine,And endless flocks of goats and sheep, And endless herds of kine,And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weightOf corn-sacks and of household goods, Choked every roaring gate.

## Could the wan burghers spyThe line of blazing villages Red in the midnight sky.The Fathers of the City, They sat all night and day,For every hour some horseman came With tidings of dismay.

## Have spread the Tuscan bands;Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote, In Crustumerium stands.Verbenna down to Ostia Hath wasted all the plain;Astur hath stormed Janiculum, And the stout guards are slain.

## There was no heart so bold,But sore it ached, and fast it beat, When that ill news was told.Forthwith up rose the Consul, Up rose the Fathers all;In haste they girded up their gowns, And hied them to the wall.

## Before the River-gate;Short time was there, ye well may guess, For musing or debate.Out spake the Consul roundly: "The bridge must straight go down;For, since Janiculum is lost, Nought else can save the town."

## All wild with haste and fear:"To arms! to arms! Sir Consul; Lars Porsena is here."On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye,And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky.

## Doth the red whirlwind come;And louder still and still more loud,From underneath that rolling cloud,Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud, The trampling, and the hum.And plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appears,Far to left and far to right,In broken gleams of dark-blue light,The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears.

## Above that glimmering line,Now might ye see the banners Of twelve fair cities shine;But the banner of proud Clusium Was highest of them all,The terror of the Umbrian, The terror of the Gaul.

## Now might the burghers know,By port and vest, by horse and crest, Each warlike Lucumo.There Cilnius of Arretium On his fleet roan was seen;And Astur of the four-fold shield,Girt with the brand none else may wield,Tolumnius with the belt of gold,And dark Verbenna from the hold By reedy Thrasymene.

## O'erlooking all the war,Lars Porsena of Clusium Sat in his ivory car.By the right wheel rode Mamilius, Prince of the Latian name;And by the left false Sextus, That wrought the deed of shame.

## Was seen among the foes,A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose.On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed;No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little flst.

## And the Consul'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?"

## The Captain of the gate:"To every man upon this earth Death cometh 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,

## Who dandled him to rest,And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast,And for the holy maidens Who feed the eternal flame,To save them from false Sextus That wrought the deed of shame?

## With all the speed ye may;I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play.In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three.Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?"

## A Ramnian proud was he:"Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee."And out spake strong Herminius; Of Titian blood was he:"I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee."

## "As thou sayest, 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 son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old.

## Then all were for 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 In the brave days of old.

## More hateful than a foe,And the Tribunes beard the high, And the Fathers grind the low.As we wax hot in faction, In battle we wax cold:Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old.

## Their harness on their backs,The Consul was the foremost man To take in hand an axe:And Fathers mixed with Commons Seized hatchet, bar, and crow,And smote upon the planks above, And loosed the props below.

## 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 A peal of warlike glee,As that great host, with measured tread,And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three.

## And looked upon the foes,And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose:And forth three chiefs came spurring Before that mighty mass;To earth they sprang, their swords they drew,And lifted high their shields, and flew To win the narrow pass;

## Lord of the Hill of Vines;And Seius, whose eight hundred slaves Sicken in Ilva's mines;And Picus, long to Clusium Vassal in peace and war,Who led to fight his Umbrian powersFrom that grey crag where, girt with towers,The fortress of Nequinum towers O'er the pale waves of Nar.

## Into the stream beneath:Herminius struck at Seius, And clove him to the teeth:At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust;And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms Clashed in the bloody dust.

## Rushed on the Roman Three;And Lausulus of Urgo, The rover of the sea;And Aruns of Volsinium, Who slew the great wild boar,The great wild boar that had his denAmidst the reeds of Cosa's fen,And wasted fields, and slaughtered men,Along Albinia's shore.

## Lartius laid Ocnus low:Right to the heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow."Lie there," he cried, "fell pirate! No more, aghast and pale,From Ostia's walls the crowd shall markThe track of thy destroying bark.No more Campania's hinds shall flyTo woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail."

## Was heard amongst the foes.A wild and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose.Six spears' lengths from the entrance Halted that mighty mass, deep arrayAnd for a space no man came forth To win the narrow pass.

## And lo! the ranks divide;And the great Lord of Luna Comes with his stately stride.Upon his ample shoulders Clangs loud the four-fold shield,And in his hand he shakes the brand Which none but he can wield.

## A smile serene and high;He eyed the flinching Tuscans, And scorn was in his eye.Quoth he, "The she-wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay:But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?"

## With both hands to the height,He rushed against Horatius, And smote with all his might.With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow.The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh;It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh:The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow.

## He leaned one breathing-space;Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds, Sprang right at Astur's face.Through teeth, and skull, and helmet, So fierce a thrust he sped,The good sword stood a hand-breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head.

## Fell at that deadly stroke,As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder-smitten oak.Far o'er the crashing forest The giant arms lie spread;And the pale augurs, muttering low, Gaze on the blasted head.

## Right firmly pressed his heel,And thrice and four times tugged amain, Ere he wrenched out the steel."And see," he cried, "the welcome, Fair guests, that waits you here!What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?"

## A sullen murmur ran,Mingled of wrath, and shame, and dread, Along that glittering van.There lacked not men of prowess, Nor men of lordly race;For all Etruria's noblest Were round the fatal place.

## Felt their hearts sink to seeOn the earth the bloody corpses, In the path the dauntless Three:And, from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood,All shrank, like boys who unaware,Ranging the woods to start a hare,Come to the mouth of the dark lairWhere, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood.

## To lead such dire attack:But those behind cried "Forward!"And those before cried "Back!"And backward now and forward Wavers the deep array;And on the tossing sea of steel,To and fro the standards reel;And the victorious trumpet-peal Dies fitfully away.

## Strode out before the crowd;Well known was he to all the Three, And they gave him greeting loud."Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home!Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome."

## Thrice looked he at the dead;And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread:And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow wayWhere, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay.

## Have manfully been plied;And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide."Come back, come back, Horatius!" Loud cried the Fathers all."Back, Lartius! back, Herminius! Back, ere the ruin fall!"

## Herminius darted back:And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack.But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shoreSaw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.

## Fell every loosened beam,And, like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart 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.

## When first he feels the rein,The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane;And burst the curb and bounded, Rejoicing to be free;And whirling down, in fierce career,Battlement, and plank, and pier, Rushed headlong to the sea.

## 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."

## Those craven ranks to see;Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus nought spake he;But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home;And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome.

## To whom the Romans pray,A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou 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.

## 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,And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.

## Swollen high by months of rain:And fast his blood was flowing; And he was sore in pain,And heavy with his armour, And spent with changing blows:And oft they thought him sinking, But still again he rose.

## 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.

## "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."

## Now on dry earth he stands;Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands;And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud,He enters through the River-gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.

## That was of public right,As much as two strong oxen Could plough from morn till 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.

## Plain for all folk to see;Horatius in his harness, Halting upon one knee:And underneath is written, In letters all of gold,How valiantly he kept the bridge In the brave days of old.

## Unto the men of Rome,As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home;And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as boldAs his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old.

## When the cold north winds blow,And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow;When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din,And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within;

## And the largest lamp is lit,When the chesnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit;When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close;When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows;

## And trims his helmet's plume;When the goodwife's shuttle merrily Goes flashing through the loom;With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told,How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.

© Macaulay Thomas Babington