A glut of people, you would think some god 
Had conquered in their cause, and them thus ranked, 
t That he might make his entrance on their heads ! 
While from the scaffolds, windows, tops of houses, 
Are cast such gaudy showers of garlands down, 
That e’en the crowd appear like conquerors, 
And the whole city seems like one vast meadow 
Set all with flowers, as a clear heaven with stars.” 
Nathaniel Lee. 
Here is another by a more modern hand :— 
“ Throughout the city joyful shouts resound, 
The gates are garlanded, the columns hound 
With victor laurels, while from lovely hands 
Sweet flowers are showered upon the martial hands 
As in glad pomp the proud processions march 
Through many a fair arcade and trophied arch.” 
Agnes Stricklano. 
And yet one more ; it is by T . B. Macauley ; 
we are still at the li Seven-hilled city ” in the 
time of her pristine vigour, ere she had become 
luxurious and effeminate; hark at the to 
Triumphe which sw r ells upon the gale ! Hark 
to the shouts of the multitude, and the pealing 
of the silver-throated trumpets! It is the feast 
of the twin brothers, Castor and Pollux , who 
won for Rome the battle of the Lake Regillus: 
