At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust, And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms 39. Then Ocnus of Falerii Rushed on the Roman Three; And Lausulus of Urgo The rover of the sea; And Aruns of Volsinium, Who slew the great wild boar, The great wild boar that had his den Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen, And wasted fields and slaughtered men Along Albinia's shore. 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.” 41. But now no sound of laughter And for a space no man came forth 42. But hark! the cry is Astur: Then, whirling up his broadsword And smote with all his might. The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh; It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh: The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow. 45. He reeled, and on Herminius He leaned one breathing-space; Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds, Through teeth, and skull, and helmet, The good sword stood a hand-breadth out 46. And the great Lord of Luna Far o'er the crashing forest 47. On Astur's throat Horatius 48. But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran, Mingled of wrath, and shame, and dread, Along that glittering van. There lacked not men of prowess, Nor men of lordly race; For all Etruria's noblest Were round the fatal place. 49. But all Etruria's noblest Where those bold Romans stood, 50. Was none who would be foremost But those behind cried "Forward!" And backward now and forward 51. Yet one man for one moment 52. Thrice looked he on the city; And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread; And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay. 53. But meanwhile axe and lever And now the bridge hangs tottering "Come back, come back, Horatius !" Loud cried the fathers all. "Back, Lartius! back, Herminius! Back, ere the ruin fall !” 54. Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more. 55. But with a crash like thunder And, like a dam, the mighty wreck As to the highest turret-tops 56. And like a horse unbroken And whirling down, in fierce career, 57. 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." 58. Round turned he, as not deigning |