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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 3, line 169 (search)
made them two See Book I., 120.; while Scythia's hordes Dipped fresh their darts in poison, whom the stream Of Bactros bounds and vast Hyrcanian woods. Hence springs that rugged nation swift and fierce, Descended from the Twins' great charioteer.A race called Heniochi, said to be descended from the charioteer of Castor and Pollux. Nor failed Sarmatia, nor the tribes that dwell By richest Phasis, and on Halys' banks, Which sealed the doom of Croesus king; nor where From far Rhipaean ranges Tanais flows, On either hand a quarter of the world, Asia and Europe, and in winding course Carves out a continent; nor where the strait In boiling surge pours to the Pontic deep Maeotis' waters, rivalling the pride Of those Herculean pillar-gates that guard The entrance to an ocean. Thence with hair In golden fillets, Arimaspians came, And fierce Massagetae, who quaff the blood Of the brave steed on which they fight and flee. Not when great Cyrus on Memnonian realms His warriors poured; nor when,
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 8, line 211 (search)
from its home. ' But should the East and barbarous treaties fail, ' Fate, bear our shipwrecked fortunes past the bounds ' Of earth, as known to men. The kings I made ' I supplicate not, but in death shall take ' To other spheres this solace, chief of all; ' His hands, my kinsman's, never shed my blood ' Nor soothed me dying. Yet as my mind in turn ' The varying fortunes of my life recalls, ' How was I glorious in that Eastern world! ' How great my name by far Maeotis marsh ' And where swift Tanais flows! No other land 'Has so resounded with my conquests won, ' So sent me home triumphant. Rome, do thou ' Approve my enterprise! What happier chance ' Could favouring gods afford thee? Parthian hosts ' Shall fight the civil wars of Rome, and share ' Her ills, and fall enfeebled. When the arms ' Of Caesar meet with Parthian in the fray, ' Then must kind Fortune vindicate my lot 'Or Crassus be avenged.' But murmurs rose, And Magnus speaking knew his words condemned. Then Lentulus Probably
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 9, line 734 (search)
bsorbed the moisture of his inward frame, Draining the natural juices that were spread Around his vitals; in his arid jaws Set flame upon his tongue: his wearied limbs No sweat bedewed; dried up, the fount of tears Fled from his eyelids. Tortured by the fire Nor Cato's sternness, nor of his sacred charge The honour could withhold him; but he dared To dash his standard down, and through the plains Raging, to seek for water that might slake The fatal venom thirsting at his heart. Plunge him in Tanais, in Rhone and Po, Pour on his burning tongue the flood of Nile, Yet were the fire unquenched. So fell the fang Of Dipsas in the torrid Libyan lands; In other climes less fatal. Next he seeks Amid the sands, all barren to the depths, For moisture: then returning to the shoals Laps them with greed-in vain-the briny draught Scarce quenched the thirst it made. Nor knowing yet The poison in his frame, he steels himself To rip his swollen veins and drink the gore. Cato bids lift the standard, lest