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"Back, Lartius! back, Herminius! back, ere the ruin fall!"

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, and on the farther

shore

Saw brave Horatius stand alone, they would have crossed once more.

But, with a crash like thunder, fell every loosened

beam,

And, like a dam, the mighty wreck lay right athwart the stream.

And a long shout of triumph rose from the walls of Rome,

As to the highest turret-tops was splashed the yellow foam.

And, like a horse unbroken, when first he feels the

rein,

The furious river struggled hard, and tossed his tawny mane,

And burst the curb, and bounded, rejoicing to be free, And battlement, and plank, and pier whirled headlong to the sea.

Alone stood brave Horatius, but constant still in mind;

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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!"

Round turned he, as not deigning those craven ranks

to see;

Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, to Sextus nought spake he;

But he saw on Palatinus the white porch of his home, And he spoke to the noble river that rolls by the towers of Rome:

"O Tiber! Father Tiber! to whom the Romans

pray,

A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, take thou in charge this day!"

So he spake, and, speaking, sheathed the good sword by his side,

And, with his harness on his back, plunged headlong in the tide.

No sound of joy or sorrow was heard from either bank;

But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, stood gazing where he sank,

And when above the surges they saw his crest appear,

Rome shouted, and e'en Tuscany could scarce forbear to cheer.

But fiercely ran the current, swollen high by months of rain:

And fast his blood was flowing; and he was sore in pain,

And heavy with his armor, and spent with changing blows:

And oft they thought him sinking-but still again

he rose.

Never, I ween, did swimmer, in such an evil case, Struggle through such a raging flood safe to the landing place:

But his limbs were borne up bravely by the brave heart within,

And our good Father Tiber bare bravely up his chin.

"Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus; "will not the villain drown?

But for his stay, ere close of day we should have sacked the town!"

"Heaven help him!" quoth Lars Porsena, "and bring him safe to shore;

For such a gallant feat of arms was never seen before."

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he stands;

Now round him throng the fathers to press

hands.

his gory

And now, with shouts and clapping, and noise of weeping loud,

He enters through the river gate, borne by the joyous crowd.

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