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 At Picus brave Horatius

Darted one fiery thrust, And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms

Clashed in the bloody dust.

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.

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.'

But now no sound of laughter

Was heard amongst the foes. A wild and wrathful clamour

From all the vanguard rose.

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