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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 5, line 1 (search)
THUS had the smiles of Fortune and her frowns Brought either chief to Macedonian shores Still equal to his foe. From cooler skies Sank Atlas'The Pleiades, said to be daughters of Atlas. daughters down, and Haemus' slopes Were white with winter, and the day drew nigh Devoted to the god who leads the months, And marking with new names the book of Rome, When came the Fathers from their distant posts By both the Consuls to Epirus called These were the Consuls for the expiring year, B.C. 49 - Caius Marcellus and L. Lentulus Crus. Ere yet their year was dead: a foreign land Obscure received the magistrates of Rome; A senate sojourning in foreign lands Held there high questions, not in warlike camp But hedged by all the axes of the law; And all men gazing on the reverend ranks Knew that no Magnus' party there was met, But all the state; and Magnus was but one. Mid silent sadness from his lofty seat Thus spake the Consul: ' If your hearts still beat ' With Latian blood, and if within your br
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 507 (search)
e ghastly lips, Held by her own apart, some impious tale Dark with mysterious horror hath conveyed Down to the darkness of the Stygian shades. When Sextus first, through rumours of the place, Heard of the hag, what time beneath the earth Titan was wheeling at full height, and here Night in mid course, in quest of her he trod Through desert fields. Meanwhile a faithful band, His ministers of guilt, mid tombs and vaults All ruined wandering, beheld the witch Seated afar upon a lofty crag Where Haemus reaches out Pharsalian spurs.Confusing Pharsalia with Philippi. (See line 685.) There was she proving for her gods and priests Of magic, words unknown, and framing chants Of dire and novel purpose : for she feared Lest Mars should stray into another world, And spare Thessalian soil the blood ere long To flow in torrents; and thus she forbade Philippi's field, polluted with her song, Thick with her poisonous distilments sown, To let the war pass by. Such deaths, she hopes, Soon shall be hers!
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 87 (search)
lmed in th' abyss of hell? Didst favour gain By sacrifice in this thine impious war? Strange sights were seen; or caused by hands divine Or due to fearful fancy. Haemus' top Plunged headlong in the valley, Pindus met With high Olympus, while at Ossa's feet Red ran Boebeis,A lake at the foot of Mount Ossa. Pindus, Ossa, Olympus, and, above all, Haemus (the Balkans) were at a long distance from Pharsalia. Comp. Book VI., 678. and Pharsalia's field Gave warlike voices as in depth of night. Now darkness came upon their wondering gaze, Now daylight pale and wan, their helmets wreathed In pallid mist; the spirits of their sires Hovered in air, and shades of kiBalkans) were at a long distance from Pharsalia. Comp. Book VI., 678. and Pharsalia's field Gave warlike voices as in depth of night. Now darkness came upon their wondering gaze, Now daylight pale and wan, their helmets wreathed In pallid mist; the spirits of their sires Hovered in air, and shades of kindred dead Passed flitting through the gloom. Yet had the host, Conscious of guilty prayers, and of the hope To do to death their brothers and their sires, One solace: that they found in hearts amazed With horrors, and in earth and air distraught, A happy omen of the crimes to come. Was't strange that peoples whom their latest day
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 460 (search)
n a special tomb after the battle. not such a death As all men else do suffer! In the tomb May'st thou have feeling and remembrance still! For thine the hand that first flung forth the dart, Which stained with Roman blood Thessalia's earth. Madman! To speed thy lance when Caesar's self Still held his hand! Then from the clarions broke The strident summons, and the trumpets blared Responsive signal. Upward to the vault The sound re-echoes where nor clouds may reach Nor thunder penetrate; and Haemus' slopes See on line 203. Reverberate to Pelion the din; Pindus re-echoes; OEta's lofty rocks Groan, and Pangaean cliffs, till at their rage Borne back from all the earth they shook for fear. Unnumbered darts they hurl, with prayers diverse; Some hope to wound: others, in secret, yearn For hands still innocent. Chance rules supreme, And wayward Fortune upon whom she wills Makes fall the guilt. Yet, for the hatred bred By civil war suffices spear nor lance, Urged on their flight afar: the hand
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 10, line 434 (search)
the palace courts Lay in ignoble hiding place, the gates Close barred : nor all the kingly rooms possessed, But in the narrowest portion of the space He drew his band together. There in arms They stood, with dread and fury in their souls. He feared attack, indignant at his fear. Thus will a noble beast in little cage Imprisoned, fume, and break upon the bars His teeth in frenzied wrath; nor more would rage The flames of Vulcan in Sicilian depths Should Etna's top be closed. He who but now By Haemus' mount against Pompeius chief, Italia's leaders and the Senate line, His cause forbidding hope, looked at the fates He knew were hostile, with unfaltering gaze, Now fears before the crime of hireling slaves, And in mid palace trembles at the blow: He whom nor Scythian nor Alaun had dared To violate, nor the Moor who aims the dart Upon his victim slain, to prove his skill. The Roman world but now did not suffice To hold him, nor the realms from furthest Ind To Tyrian Gades. Now, as puny boy,