A Lay Made About the Year Of The City (49)

    But all Etruria's noblest Felt their hearts sink to see On 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 lair Where, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood.