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Homer, The Iliad (ed. Samuel Butler), Scroll 14, line 211 (search)
t flattery which steals the judgment [noos] even of the most prudent. She gave the girdle to Hera and said, "Take this girdle wherein all my charms reside and lay it in your bosom. If you will wear it I promise you that your errand, be it what it may, will not be bootless." When she heard this Hera smiled, and still smiling she laid the girdle in her bosom. Aphrodite now went back into the house of Zeus, while Hera darted down from the summits of Olympus. She passed over Pieria and fair Emathia, and went on and on till she came to the snowy ranges of the Thracian horsemen, over whose topmost crests she sped without ever setting foot to ground. When she came to Athos she went on over the, waves of the sea [pontos] till she reached Lemnos, the city of noble Thoas. There she met Sleep, own brother to Death, and caught him by the hand, saying, "Sleep, you who lord it alike over mortals and immortals, if you ever did me a service in times past, do one for me now, and I shall show grati
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 5, line 250 (search)
stupid sisters, hither to engage in wordy contest, fared through many towns;— through all Haemonia and Achaia came to us, and said;— ‘Oh, cease your empty songs, attuned to dulcet numbers, that deceive the vulgar, untaught throng. If aught is yours of confidence, O Thespian Deities contend with us: our number equals yours. We will not be defeated by your arts; nor shall your songs prevail.—Then, conquered, give Hyantean Aganippe; yield to us the Medusean Fount;—and should we fail, we grant Emathia's plains, to where uprise Paeonia's peaks of snow.—Let chosen Nymphs award the prize—.’ 'Twas shameful to contend; it seemed more shameful to submit. At once, the chosen Nymphs swore justice by their streams, and sat in judgment on their thrones of rock. “At once, although the lot had not been cast, the leading sister hastened to begin.— She chanted of celestial wars; she gave the Giants false renown; she gave the Gods small credit for great deeds.—She droned out, ‘Forth, t
P. Vergilius Maro, Georgics (ed. J. B. Greenough), Book 1, line 466 (search)
, till through all the plain are swept Beasts and their stalls together. At that time In gloomy entrails ceased not to appear Dark-threatening fibres, springs to trickle blood, And high-built cities night-long to resound With the wolves' howling. Never more than then From skies all cloudless fell the thunderbolts, Nor blazed so oft the comet's fire of bale. Therefore a second time Philippi saw The Roman hosts with kindred weapons rush To battle, nor did the high gods deem it hard That twice Emathia and the wide champaign Of Haemus should be fattening with our blood. Ay, and the time will come when there anigh, Heaving the earth up with his curved plough, Some swain will light on javelins by foul rust Corroded, or with ponderous harrow strike On empty helmets, while he gapes to see Bones as of giants from the trench untombed. Gods of my country, heroes of the soil, And Romulus, and Mother Vesta, thou Who Tuscan Tiber and Rome's Palatine Preservest, this new champion at the least Our fa
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 1, line 1 (search)
WARS worse than civil on Emathian The great Emathian conqueror' (Milton's sonnet). Emathia was apart of Macedonia, but the word is used loosely for Thessaly or Macedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Nea
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 728 (search)
nizens; on every tree Dripped from their crimsoned beaks a gory dew. Oft on the conquerors and their impious arms Or purple rain of blood, or mouldering flesh Fell from the lofty heaven; or limbs of men From weary talons dropped. Yet even so The peoples passed not all into the maw Of ravening beast or fowl; the inmost flesh Scarce did they touch, nor limbs-thus lay the dead Scorned by the spoiler; and the Roman host By sun and length of days, and rain from heaven, At length was mingled with Emathia's plain. Ill-starred Thessalia! By what hateful crime Didst thou offend that thus on thee alone Was laid such carnage? By what length of years Shalt thou be cleansed from the curse of war? When shall the harvest of thy fields arise Free from their purple stain? And when the share Cease to upturn the slaughtered hosts of Rome? First shall the battle onset sound again, Again shall flow upon thy fated earth A crimson torrent. Thus may be o'erthrown Our sires' memorials; those erected last, Or
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 8, line 211 (search)
'Since in Emathia's battle-field was lost 'The world, so far as Roman, it remains ' To test the faith of peoples of the East ' Who drink of Tigris and Euphrates' stream, 'Secure as yet from Caesar. Be it thine 'Far as the rising of the sun to trace ' The fates that favour Magnus: to the courts ' Of Median palaces, to Scythian steppes; 'And to the son of haughty Arsaces, 'To bear my message, "Hold ye to the faith, '" Pledged by your priests and by the Thunderer's name ' "Of Latium sworn? Then fill your quivers full, ' "Draw to its fullest span th' Armenian bow; '" And, Getan archers, wing the fatal shaft. '" And you, ye Parthians, if when I sought '"The Caspian gates, and on th' Alaunian tribes " Fierce, ever-warring, pressed, I suffered you " In Persian tracts to wander, nor compelled " To seek for shelter Babylonian walls; " If beyond Cyrus' kingdom Pompeius seems to have induced the Roman public to believe that he had led his armies to such extreme distances, but he never in fact
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 8, line 331 (search)
ria's wrongs ere Rome her own? ' Thou wert our leader for the civil war: ' Mid Scythia's peoples dost thou bruit abroad ' Wounds and disasters which are ours alone? ' Rome until now, though subject to the yoke ' Of civic despots, yet within her walls ' Has brooked no foreign lord. And art thou pleased ' From all the world to summon to her gates ' These savage peoples, while the standards lost ' By far Euphrates when the Crassi fell ' Shall lead thy columns? Shall the only king ' Who failed Emathia, while the fates yet hid 'Their favouring voices, brave the victor's power, ' And join with thine his fortune? Nay, not so 'This nation trusts itself. Each race that claims ' A northern birth, unconquered in the fray ' Claims but the warrior's death; but as the sky ' Slopes towards the eastern tracts and gentler climes ' So are the nations. There in flowing robes ' And garments delicate are men arrayed. 'True that the Parthian in Sarmatia's plains, ' Where Tigris spreads across the level m
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 9, line 938 (search)
steps upon the sandy waste. But more and more beneath their feet the dust Began to harden, till the Libyan tracts Once more were earth, and in the distance rose Some groves of scanty foliage, and huts Of plastered straw unfashioned: and their hearts Leaped at the prospect of a better land. How fled their sorrow! how with growing joy They met the savage lion in the path! In tranquil Leptis first they found retreat: And passed a winter free from heat and rain.Line 439. When Caesar sated with Emathia's slain Forsook the battlefield, all other cares Neglected, he pursued his kinsman fled, On him alone intent: by land his steps He traced in vain; then, rumour for his guide, He crossed the sea and reached the Thracian strait For love renowned; where on the mournful shore Rose Hero's tower, and Helle born of cloud Took from the rolling waves their former name. Nowhere with shorter space the sea divides Europe from Asia; though Pontus parts By scant division from Byzantium's hold Chalcedon o