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Pelion (Greece) (search for this): book 7, card 460
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 must grip The sword and drive it to the foeman
Haemus (search for this): book 7, card 460
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
Thessaly (Greece) (search for this): book 7, card 460
ico,' Book III., 91. Caesar called him by name and said: 'Well, Crastinus, shall we win to-day?' 'We shall win with glory, Caesar,' he replied in a loud voice, 'and to-day you will praise me, living or dead.' - Drury, 'History of Rome,' vol. iii., 312. He was placed in 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
Mede (Italy) (search for this): book 7, card 460
r and with guilt. Nor Fortune lingered, but decreed the doom Which swept the ruins of a world away. Soon as withdrawn from all the spacious plain, Pompeius' horse was ranged upon the flanks; Passed through the outer files, the lighter armed Of all the nations joined the central strife, With divers weapons armed, but all for blood Of Rome athirst: then blazing torches flew, Arrows and stones, and ponderous balls of lead Molten by speed of passage through the air. There Ituraean archers and the Mede Winged forth their shafts unaimed, till all the sky Grew dark with missiles hurled; and from the night Brooding above, Death struck his victims down. Guiltless such blow, while all the crime was heaped Upon the Roman spear. In line oblique Behind the standards Caesar in reserve Had placed some companies of foot, in fear The foremost ranks might waver. These at his word, No trumpet sounding, break upon the ranks Of Magnus' horsemen where they rode at large Flanking the battle. They, unshamed o