Excerpt from The Dawn in Britain, Vol. 2 Knowing the dreadful conflict of their arms Must be to death, for victory in this strife, Twixt kins of Italy and intruded Gauls, Transalpine peoples. O'er Ariminum plain, Look down, from their immortal seats, high gods And tempests hurl through heaven, sign of their wrath. Now seeing is come of one, or other, nation, The fine; not few, which sick, among the Gauls, Or hurt, or weary of unhopeful lives, Vow them, with dire rites, to infernal gods For safety of their friends. To-day, those then, These call, as were to their own funerals And take of them farewell Hath any a debt, He cannot solve, he it promiseth, truly, pay, In that New Life. Those drink, to their hell-voyage. They sith, as who already dead, sit lapped, Apart, in shrouds and taste no vital food. Those sally, at dawn, with loud chant, to their gods; Whose part it is bring dying souls to rest Straining, the most, long spears, and without shields They march to death. Few, mong them, which have steeds, These knit, with chains, to burst the enemies' ranks. With blowing trumps, Gauls issue from the town. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.