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 * Though for a Roman sight
 * They must in mimic fight

Give wounds in play and deal Death's mortal stroke, While round the arena rings the fierce applause Voluptuous, as their bubbling life-blood flows


 * In streams of purple rain
 * From hecatombs of slain

Saluting Cæsar still with failing breath,
 * But in their dying souls
 * Undying hate, which rolls

From land to land the avalanche of Death, That, gathering volume as it sweeps along, Pours down the Alps throng on unnumbered throng.


 * From northern hills and plains
 * Storm-lashed by driving rains,

From moorland wastes and depths of desolate wood, D