And decked with coloured ribands Hung sadly o'er her father's corpse Forth with a shout sprang Titus, And seized black Auster's rein. If one of your accursed house As on an Alpine watch-tower From heaven comes down the flame, Full on the neck of Titus The blade of Aulus came: And out the red blood spouted, As spouts a fountain in the court Were loosened with dismay, The bravest Tarquin lay. XXXI. And Aulus the Dictator Stroked Auster's raven mane, With heed he looked unto the girths, With heed unto the rein. "Now bear me well, black Auster, Into yon thick array; And thou and I will have revenge XXXII. So spake he; and was buckling When he was aware of a princely pair So like they were, no mortal White as snow their armour was: Their steeds were white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armour gleam; And never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly stream. 66 XXXIV. By many names men call us ; In many lands we dwell: Cyrene knows us well. Our house in gay Tarentum Is hung each morn with flowers: High o'er the masts of Syracuse Our marble portal towers; But by the proud Eurotas Is our dear native home; And for the right we come to fight |