Just then a scout came flying, All wild with haste and fear： ``To arms！ to arms！ Sir Consul： Lars Porsena is here.'' On the low hills to westward The Consol fixed his eye, And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky.
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Just then a scout came flying, All wild with haste and fear： ``To arms！ to arms！ Sir Consul： Lars Porsena is here.'' On the low hills to westward The Consol fixed his eye, And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky.