Ornus

To earth they sprang, their swords they drew, And lifted high their shields and flew To win the narrow way.

Ornus from green Typhurnum lord of the hill of vines, and Saius, whose eight hundred slaves sicken in Ilver's mines, and Picus, long Teplusium, vassal in peace and war, who led to fight his Umbrian powers from that grey crag where girt with towers the fortress of Nequinum lowers over the pale waves of Naa.

Stout Larchus hurled down Ornus into the stream beneath herminius struck at seus and clothe him to the teeth at picus brave horatius darted one fiery thrust and the proud umbrian's gilded arms clashed in the bloody dust then ocnus of phaleriae rushed on the roman three and Lausulus of Ergo, the rover of the sea, and Aruns of Volsynium, who slew the great wild boar.

The great wild boar that had his den amidst the reeds of Cossus' fen and wasted fields and slaughtered men along Albinius' shore.

Arminius smote down Aruns, Lartius laid Ochnus low, right to the heart of Lausulus, Horatius sent a blow.

Hornus from green Typhurnum, lord of the hill of vines, and Saius, whose eight hundred slaves sicken in Ilver's mines, and Picus, long Teplusium, vassal in peace and war, who led to fight his Umbrian powers from that grey crag where girt with towers the fortress of Nequinum lowers over the pale waves of Naa.

Stout Larchus hurled down Ornus into the stream beneath, herminius struck at seus and clothe him to the teeth at picus brave horatius darted one fiery thrust and the proud umbrian's gilded arms clashed in the bloody dust then ocnus of phaleriae rushed on the roman three and lausulus of ergo 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 cosses fen and wasted fields and slaughtered men along albinia's shore herminius smote down aruns latius laid ochmus 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.