A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (40)

    Herminius smote down Aruns： 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 mark The track of thy destroying bark. No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail.''