Immortal in its shame!
And mingling in a yell that shook old Rome,
“Death to the Tarquins!” every voice arose.
Women and warriors—all men and all time—
Were Tarquin’s foes!
As autumn tempests gathering break, so broke
That crowd in frenzy, rushing to and fro
With blazing torches—Tyranny’s iron yoke
Dissolved like snow.
And there were louder cries, and other flames