 Alone stood brave Horatius, 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.  Critical and Miscellaneous Essays - Page 348by Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1843Full view - About this book
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