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Spain (Spain) (search for this): book 7, card 214
d: in middle line The hardy soldiers from Cilician lands, In Scipio's care; their chief in Libyan days, To-day their comrade. By Enipeus' pools And by the rivulets, the mountain troops Of Cappadocia, and loose of rein Thy squadrons, Pontus: on the firmer ground Galatia's tetrarchs and the greater kings; And all the purple-robed, the slaves of Rome. Numidian hordes were there from Afric shores, There Creta's host and Ituraeans found Full space to wing their arrows; there the tribes From brave Iberia clashed their shields, and there Gaul stood arrayed against her ancient foe. Let all the nations be the victor's prize, None grace in future a triumphal car; This fight demands the slaughter of a world. Caesar that day to send his troops for spoil Had left his tent, when on the further hill Behold! his foe descending to the plain. The moment asked for by a thousand prayers Is come, which puts his fortune on the risk Of imminent war, to win or lose it all. For burning with desire of kingly p
Pontus (search for this): book 7, card 214
y marched In ordered ranks to that ill-fated fight, And stood arranged for battle. On the left Thou, Lentulus, hadst charge; two legions there, The fourth, and bravest of them all, the first: While on the right, Domitius, ever stanch, Though fates be adverse, stood: in middle line The hardy soldiers from Cilician lands, In Scipio's care; their chief in Libyan days, To-day their comrade. By Enipeus' pools And by the rivulets, the mountain troops Of Cappadocia, and loose of rein Thy squadrons, Pontus: on the firmer ground Galatia's tetrarchs and the greater kings; And all the purple-robed, the slaves of Rome. Numidian hordes were there from Afric shores, There Creta's host and Ituraeans found Full space to wing their arrows; there the tribes From brave Iberia clashed their shields, and there Gaul stood arrayed against her ancient foe. Let all the nations be the victor's prize, None grace in future a triumphal car; This fight demands the slaughter of a world. Caesar that day to send his t
Cappadocia (Turkey) (search for this): book 7, card 214
n Filled all the slope with radiance as they marched In ordered ranks to that ill-fated fight, And stood arranged for battle. On the left Thou, Lentulus, hadst charge; two legions there, The fourth, and bravest of them all, the first: While on the right, Domitius, ever stanch, Though fates be adverse, stood: in middle line The hardy soldiers from Cilician lands, In Scipio's care; their chief in Libyan days, To-day their comrade. By Enipeus' pools And by the rivulets, the mountain troops Of Cappadocia, and loose of rein Thy squadrons, Pontus: on the firmer ground Galatia's tetrarchs and the greater kings; And all the purple-robed, the slaves of Rome. Numidian hordes were there from Afric shores, There Creta's host and Ituraeans found Full space to wing their arrows; there the tribes From brave Iberia clashed their shields, and there Gaul stood arrayed against her ancient foe. Let all the nations be the victor's prize, None grace in future a triumphal car; This fight demands the slaughte
Armenia (Armenia) (search for this): book 7, card 214
sen darlings to await your swords; ' And scarcely armed for war, a dissonant crowd ' Barbaric, that will start to hear our trump, ' Nay, their own clamour. Not in civil strife ' Your blows shall fall-the battle of to-day ' Sweeps from the earth the enemies of Rome. ' Dash through these cowards and their vaunted kings: ' One stroke of sword and all the world is yours. ' Make plain to all men that the crowds who decked 'Pompeius' hundred pageants scarce were fit 'For one poor triumph. Shall Armenia care 'Who leads her masters, or barbarians shed 'One drop of blood to make Pompeius chief 'O'er our Italia? Rome, 'tis Rome they hate, 'Their lord and master: yet they hate the most 'Those whom they know. My fate is in the hands 'Of you, mine own true soldiers, proved in all 'The wars we fought in Gallia. When the sword 'Of each of you shall strike, I know the hand: 'The javelin's flight to me betrays the arm 'That launched it hurtling: and to-day once more 'I see the faces stern, the threa
France (France) (search for this): book 7, card 214
vaunted kings: ' One stroke of sword and all the world is yours. ' Make plain to all men that the crowds who decked 'Pompeius' hundred pageants scarce were fit 'For one poor triumph. Shall Armenia care 'Who leads her masters, or barbarians shed 'One drop of blood to make Pompeius chief 'O'er our Italia? Rome, 'tis Rome they hate, 'Their lord and master: yet they hate the most 'Those whom they know. My fate is in the hands 'Of you, mine own true soldiers, proved in all 'The wars we fought in Gallia. When the sword 'Of each of you shall strike, I know the hand: 'The javelin's flight to me betrays the arm 'That launched it hurtling: and to-day once more 'I see the faces stern, the threatening eyes, 'Unfailing proofs of victory to come. 'E'en now the battle rushes on my sight; 'Kings trodden down and scattered senators 'Fill all th' ensanguined plain, and peoples float 'Unnumbered on the crimson tide of death. 'Enough of words-I but delay the fates; 'And you who burn to dash into the fray
Galatia (Turkey) (search for this): book 7, card 214
that ill-fated fight, And stood arranged for battle. On the left Thou, Lentulus, hadst charge; two legions there, The fourth, and bravest of them all, the first: While on the right, Domitius, ever stanch, Though fates be adverse, stood: in middle line The hardy soldiers from Cilician lands, In Scipio's care; their chief in Libyan days, To-day their comrade. By Enipeus' pools And by the rivulets, the mountain troops Of Cappadocia, and loose of rein Thy squadrons, Pontus: on the firmer ground Galatia's tetrarchs and the greater kings; And all the purple-robed, the slaves of Rome. Numidian hordes were there from Afric shores, There Creta's host and Ituraeans found Full space to wing their arrows; there the tribes From brave Iberia clashed their shields, and there Gaul stood arrayed against her ancient foe. Let all the nations be the victor's prize, None grace in future a triumphal car; This fight demands the slaughter of a world. Caesar that day to send his troops for spoil Had left his
St. Andrews (United Kingdom) (search for this): book 7, card 214
loat 'Unnumbered on the crimson tide of death. 'Enough of words-I but delay the fates; 'And you who burn to dash into the fray, 'Forgive the pause. I tremble with the hopeThus paraphrased by Dean Stanley: I tremble not with terror, but with hope, As the great day reveals its coming scope; Never in earlier days, our hearts to cheer, Have such bright gifts of Heaven been brought so near, Nor ever has been kept the aspiring soul By space so narrow from so grand a goal. Inaugural address at St. Andrews, 1873, on the 'Study of Greatness.' 'Thus finding utterance. I ne'er have seen 'The mighty gods so near; this little field 'Alone dividing us; their hands are full 'Of my predestined honours: for 'tis I 'Who when this war is done shall have the power 'O'er all that peoples, all that kings enjoy 'To shower it where I will. But has the sky 'Swerved from its course, has some high star of heaven 'Turned backwards, that such mighty deeds should pass 'Here on Thessalian earth? To-day we reap
Crete (Greece) (search for this): book 7, card 214
them all, the first: While on the right, Domitius, ever stanch, Though fates be adverse, stood: in middle line The hardy soldiers from Cilician lands, In Scipio's care; their chief in Libyan days, To-day their comrade. By Enipeus' pools And by the rivulets, the mountain troops Of Cappadocia, and loose of rein Thy squadrons, Pontus: on the firmer ground Galatia's tetrarchs and the greater kings; And all the purple-robed, the slaves of Rome. Numidian hordes were there from Afric shores, There Creta's host and Ituraeans found Full space to wing their arrows; there the tribes From brave Iberia clashed their shields, and there Gaul stood arrayed against her ancient foe. Let all the nations be the victor's prize, None grace in future a triumphal car; This fight demands the slaughter of a world. Caesar that day to send his troops for spoil Had left his tent, when on the further hill Behold! his foe descending to the plain. The moment asked for by a thousand prayers Is come, which puts his
Harrison (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): book 7, card 214
t or little. This the day 'For which I hold since Rubicon was passed Your promise given: for this we flew to arms:See Book I., 412 and following lines. 'For this deferred the triumphs which we won, 'And which the foe forbad : this gives you back ' Your homes and kindred, and the peaceful farm, ' Your prize for years of service in the field. ' And by the fates' command this day shall prove ' Whose quarrel juster: for defeat is guiltQuoted by the Attorney-General in his speech at the trial of Harrison the regicide. 'Now they speak plainly, and call this blessed king, this glorious saint, the Grand Delinquent. Hac acies victum factura nocentem est.' 'State Trials,' v. 1014. ' To him on whom it falls. If in my cause ' With fire and sword ye did your country wrong, ' Strike for acquittal! Should another judge ' This war, not Caesar, none were blameless found. ' Not for my sake this battle, but for you, ' To give you, soldiers, liberty and law 'Gainst all the world. Wishful myself for life
Italy (Italy) (search for this): book 7, card 214
art to hear our trump, ' Nay, their own clamour. Not in civil strife ' Your blows shall fall-the battle of to-day ' Sweeps from the earth the enemies of Rome. ' Dash through these cowards and their vaunted kings: ' One stroke of sword and all the world is yours. ' Make plain to all men that the crowds who decked 'Pompeius' hundred pageants scarce were fit 'For one poor triumph. Shall Armenia care 'Who leads her masters, or barbarians shed 'One drop of blood to make Pompeius chief 'O'er our Italia? Rome, 'tis Rome they hate, 'Their lord and master: yet they hate the most 'Those whom they know. My fate is in the hands 'Of you, mine own true soldiers, proved in all 'The wars we fought in Gallia. When the sword 'Of each of you shall strike, I know the hand: 'The javelin's flight to me betrays the arm 'That launched it hurtling: and to-day once more 'I see the faces stern, the threatening eyes, 'Unfailing proofs of victory to come. 'E'en now the battle rushes on my sight; 'Kings trodden d
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