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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 3, line 509 (search)
rpses are the sides, Though grappled, kept asunder. Some, half dead, Plunge in the ocean, gulping down the brine Encrimsoned with their blood; some lingering still Draw their last struggling breath amid the wreck Of broken navies: weapons which have missed Find yet their victims, and the falling steel Fails not in middle deep to deal the wound. One vessel circled by Phocaean keels Divides her strength, and on the right and left On either side with equal war contends; On whose high poop while Tagus fighting gripped The stern Phocaean, pierced his back and breast Two fatal weapons; in the midst the steel Met, and the blood, uncertain whence to flow, Stood still, arrested, till with double course Forth by a sudden gush it drove each dart, And sent the life abroad through either wound. Here fated Telon also steered his ship: No pilot's hand upon an angry sea More deftly ruled a vessel. Well he knew, Or by the sun or crescent moon, how best To set his canvas fitted for the breeze The comin
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 728 (search)
quished of Pharsalia's field Anticipate your spoils.' No more he said, But drave them, blind with frenzy for the gold, To spurn the bodies of their fallen sires, And trample chiefs in dashing on their prey. What rampart had restrained them as they rushed To seize the prize for wickedness and war And learn the price of guilt? And though they found In ponderous masses heaped for need of war The trophies of a world, yet were their minds Unsatisfied, that asked for all. Whate'er Iberian mines or Tagus bring to day, Or Arimaspians from golden sands May gather, had they seized; still they had thought Their guilt too cheaply sold. When pledged to them Was the Tarpeian rock, for victory won, And all the spoils of Rome, by Caesar's word, Shall camps suffice them? Then plebeian limbs On senators' turf took rest, on kingly couch The soldier wretch; and there the murderer lay Where yesternight his brother or his sire. In maddened dreams the fury of the fight Still raged, and in their sleep the g