Strong heart with triple armour bound , Beat strongly , for thy life-blood runs , Age after Age , the Empire round -- In us thy Sons , Who , distant from the Seven Hills , Loving and serving much , require Thee , -- thee to guard ` gainst home-born ills The Imperial Fire ! ON THE GREAT WALL ` When I left Rome for Lalage 's sake By the Legions ' Road to Rimini , She vowed her heart was mine to take With me and my shield to Rimini -- -LRB- Till the Eagles flew from Rimini ! -RRB- And I 've tramped Britain , and I 've tramped Gaul , And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall As white as the neck of Lalage -- -LRB- As cold as the heart of Lalage ! -RRB- And I 've lost Britain , and I 've lost Gaul , ' -LRB- the voice seemed very cheerful about it -RRB- , ` And I 've lost Rome , and , worst of all , I 've lost Lalage ! ' They were standing by the gate to Far Wood when they heard this song . Without a word they hurried to their private gap and wriggled through the hedge almost atop of a jay that was feeding from Puck 's hand . ` Gently ! ' said Puck . ` What are you looking for ? ' ` Parnesius , of course , ' Dan answered . ` We 've only just remembered yesterday . It is n't fair . ' Puck chuckled as he rose . ` I 'm sorry , but children who spend the afternoon with me and a Roman Centurion need a little settling dose of Magic before they go to tea with their governess . Ohé , Parnesius ! ' he called . ` Here , Faun ! ' came the answer from Volaterrae . They could see the shimmer of bronze armour in the beech crotch , and the friendly flash of the great shield uplifted . ' I have driven out the Britons . '
XXXXX laughed like a boy . '
Empire Faun Hills Lalage Ohé Parnesius Pontic Rimini Rome Volaterrae