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Chapter 5 No.5

Onward sweep the varied nations!

Famine long hath dealt their rations.

To the wall, with hate and hunger,

Numerous as wolves, and stronger,60

On they sweep. Oh, glorious City!

Must thou be a theme for pity?

Fight, like your first sire, each Roman!

Alaric was a gentle foeman,

Matched with Bourbon's black banditti!

Rouse thee, thou eternal City;

Rouse thee! Rather give the torch

With thine own hand to thy porch,[dp]

Than behold such hosts pollute

Your worst dwelling with their foot.70

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