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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 2, line 1 (search)
hrine Some prayers were offered which refused would bring Reproach on heaven. One whose livid arms Were dark with blows, whose cheeks with tears bedewed, Cried, 'Now, unhappy mothers, rend the lock, Nor keep your sorrows till the battle day : Now ye may weep: when either chieftain wins Rejoice ye must.' Thus sorrow stirs itself. Meanwhile the men in seeking either camp And marching onward in the path to war, Address the cruel gods in just complaint. Happy the youths who born in Punic days On Cannae's uplands or by Trebia's stream Fought and were slain! What wretched lot is ours! No peace we ask for: let the nations rage; Rouse fiercest cities! may the world find arms To wage a war with Rome: let Parthian hosts Rush forth from Susa; Scythian Ister curb ' No more the Massagete: unconquered Rhine ' Let loose from furthest North her fair-haired tribes: ' Elbe, pour thy Suevians forth! Let us be foes ' Of all the peoples. May the Getan press ' Here, and the Dacian there; Pompeius meet 'T
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 337 (search)
led The teeming life that once Italia knew? Not all the earth can furnish her with men: Untenanted her dwellings and her fields: Slaves till her soil: one city holds us all: Crumbling to ruin, the ancestral roof Finds none on whom to fall; and Rome herself, Void of her citizens, draws within her gates The dregs of all the world. That none might wage A civil war again, thus deeply drank Pharsalia's fight the life-blood of her sons. Dark in the calendar of Rome for aye, The days when Allia and Cannae fell: And shall Pharsalus' morn, darkest of all, Stand on the page unmarked? Alas, the fates! Not plague nor pestilence nor famine's rage, Not cities given to the flames, nor towns Trembling at shock of earthquake shall weigh down Such heroes lost, when Fortune's ruthless hand Lops at one blow the gift of centuries, Leaders and men embattled. How great art thou, Rome, in thy fall! Stretched to the widest bounds War upon war laid nations at thy feet Till flaming Titan nigh to either pole Behe