.... Then empty rumour to well-grounded fear Gave strength, and heralding the coming war In hundred voices 'midst the people spread. One cries in terror, ' Swift the squadrons come ' Where Nar with Tiber joins: and where, in meads 'By oxen loved, Mevania spreads her walls, 'Fierce Caesar hurries his barbarian horse. ' With all his eagles and his standards joined 'He leads the throng that sweeps a...