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tarpeia.
Now at the fair traitoress' lovely feet:
Bracelet and shield he flings:—
And now too at his bidding
The falling bracelets ring.
Down sinks the Roman lady,
Struck low by the falling shields;
And beneath that iron pile, alas!
Her silent breath she yields!
Bracelet and shield he flings:—
And now too at his bidding
The falling bracelets ring.
Down sinks the Roman lady,
Struck low by the falling shields;
And beneath that iron pile, alas!
Her silent breath she yields!
