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Poems

By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston

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THE GAULS AT ROME. A.D. 1849. II.

What! in the breach, amid the roar of guns,
Ye meet him hand to hand in deadly strife?
The heart of ancient Rome is come to life;
The Eternal City owns you for her sons,
And Tiber, flush'd with angry triumph, runs
Incarnadined with patriot gore, and rife
With airs of death; while “war unto the knife,”
As in Saguntum, maid nor matron shuns
To echo and re-echo from his banks.
Mazzini, Saffi, Garibaldi, now,
Stand ye or fall, enroll'd in valour's ranks
Ye live! Who love ye least will most avow
Your Curtian spirit, dreadless of the Gulf—
The Roman courage nurtured by the Wolf.
 

Written and published in the “Morning Post,” before the Surrender.