... recess ' Of Scythian Pontus, held the fates of Rome ' Still in the balances. Where is the land ' That has not seen my trophies? Icy waves ' Of northern Phasis, hot Egyptian shores, ' And where Syene 'neath its noontide sun ' Knows shade on neither hand: all these have learned ' To fear Pompeius: and far Baetis' stream, ' Last of all floods to join the refluent sea. ' Arabia and the war...