Chapter 6 No.6

Ah! behold yon bleeding spectre!

Ilion's children find no Hector;

Priam's offspring loved their brother;

Rome's great sire forgot his mother,

When he slew his gallant twin,

With inexpiable sin.

See the giant shadow stride

O'er the ramparts high and wide!

When the first o'erleapt thy wall,

Its foundation mourned thy fall.80

Now, though towering like a Babel,

Who to stop his steps are able?

Stalking o'er thy highest dome,

Remus claims his vengeance, Rome!