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WRITTEN IN MACAULAY'S “LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME.” |
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WRITTEN IN MACAULAY'S “LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME.”
The plunge of standards, reeling to and fro,Barks winter-tost upon a howling sea—
Rome's bucklers' conquering glare, I, battling, see;
Her swoop of death upon the warring foe;
The thrust, the grapple, and the yell below
The gloom of dust—cries, now that on, now flee—
Fierce trumpets blaring aye tempestuously,
That thunder to the stormy battle blow,
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Loading with awe the pulses of the wind—
Before—the shriek of death—the yell of fear—
The slaughtering shout of victory, behind.
O wondrous art! so giving one to look
On Rome's fierce life! O marvel of a book!
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