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名人诗歌|A Lay Sung at the Feast (18)

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XVIII

But fiercer grew the fighting Around Valerius dead; For Titus dragged him by the foot And Aulus by the head. ``On, Latines, on!''

quoth Titus, ``See how the rebels fly!'' ``Romans, stand firm!'' quoth Aulus, ``And win this fight or die! They must not give Valerius To raven1 and to kite; For aye Valerius loathed2 the wrong,

And aye upheld the right: And for your wives and babies In the front rank he fell. Now play the men for the good house That loves the people well!。''


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