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Herminius smote Mamilius
Through breast-plate and through breast; And fast flow'd out the purple blood
Over the purple vest. Mamilius smote Herminius
Through head-piece and through head; And side by side those chiefs of pride
Together fell down dead.
Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled :
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
His flanks all blood and foam, He sought the southern mountains,
The mountains of his home. The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howld and whin'd ; But he ran like a whirlwind up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind. Through many a startled hamlet
Thunder'd his flying feet : He rushed through the gate of Tusculum,
He rush'd up the long white street,
And paus’d not from his race,
In the stately market place.
A pale and trembling crowd,
Brake forth, and wailing loud :
For their great prince's fall;
But like a graven image,
Black Auster kept his place,
Into his master's face.
With pats and fond caresses,
Herminia wash'd and comb’d,
From her own gay attire,
In carnage and in mire.
And Aulus the Dictator
Stroked Auster's raven mane, With heed he look'd 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 For thy good Lord this day.”
THE STRANGER'S HEART.
The stranger's heart! Oh! wound it not!
Thou think'st the vine's low rustling leaves
Thou think'st thy children's laughing play
Thou think'st it sweet when friend with friend
THE THUNDER STORM.
LET coward Guilt, with pallid fear,
To shelt'ring caverns fly,
That thunders through the sky.
Protected by that Hand, whose law
The threat'ning storms obey,
As in the blaze of day.
In the thick clouds' tremendous gloom,
The lightning's lurid glare,
That breathes the vernal air.
Through nature's ever-varying scene,
By different ways pursued,
Is universal good.
With like beneficent effect
O'er flaming ether glows,
Or blushes in the rose.
By reason taught to scorn those fears
That vulgar minds molest,
My dear Narcissa's rest.
Thy life may all the tenderest care
Of Providence defend;
Their guardian wings extend.
When through creation's vast expanse
The last dread thunders roll,
And shake the rising soul;
Of jarring worlds survey,
Dost thou not love, in the season of spring,
To twine thee a flowery wreath,
Its shade on the grass beneath?
And dost thou not love, when leaves are greenest,
And summer has just begun,
Where glist’ning waters run,
And oh! in a lovely autumnal day,
When leaves are changing before thee,
Spread their own mild influence o'er thee?
It should be thus, at an age like thine;
And it has been thus with me;
As they never more can be:
Hast thou seen, in winter's stormiest day,
The trunk of a blighted oak,
Beneath time's resistless stroke,
Perchance thou hast seen this sight, and then,
As I, at thy years, might do,
That scathed wreck to view :