I did , ' said Dan . ' I got away in lots of time , but -- but I did n't know it was so late . Where 've you been ? ' ` In Volaterrae -- waiting for you . ' ` Sorry , ' said Dan . ` It was all that beastly Latin . ' A BRITISH-ROMAN SONG -LRB- A.D. 406 -RRB- My father 's father saw it not , And I , belike , shall never come , To look on that so-holy spot -- The very Rome -- Crowned by all Time , all Art , all Might , The equal work of Gods and Man , City beneath whose oldest height -- The Race began ! Soon to send forth again a brood , Unshakeable , we pray , that clings , To Rome 's thrice-hammered hardihood -- In arduous things . 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 . '
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BRITISH-ROMAN Britain Gaul Hills Parnesius Pontic Puck Rome hardihood home-born