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Thrace (Greece) (search for this): book 9, card 839
est, but watch for guests Who need their help against the noisome plague. Now to the Roman standards are they come, And when the chieftain bade the tents be fixed, First all the sandy space within the lines With song they purify and magic words From which all serpents flee: next round the camp In widest circuit from a kindled fire Rise aromatic odours: danewort burns, And juice distils from Syrian galbanum; Then mournful tamarisk, costum from the East, Strong panacea mixed with centaury From Thrace, and leaves of fennel feed the flames, And thapsus brought from Eryx: and they burn Larch, southern-wood and antlers of a deer Which lived afar. From these in densest fumes, Deadly to snakes, a pungent smoke arose; And thus in safety passed the night away. But should some victim feel the fatal fang Upon the march, then of this magic race Were seen the wonders; with saliva first They smear the limb, whose silent working keeps Reading 'tacita' (Francken), intead of 'tacta.' The venom in the wo
Africa (search for this): book 9, card 839
The thirsty Dipsas and the horned snake ' Now wage the warfare. Rather let us seek ' That region by the horses of the sun ' Scorched, and the zone most torrid: let us fall 'Slain by some heavenly cause, and from the sky ' Descend our fate! Not, Africa, of thee ' Complain we, nor of Nature. From mankind ' Cut off, this quarter, teeming thus with pests ' She gave to snakes, and to the barren fields ' Denied the husbandman, nor wished that men 'Should perish by their venom. To the realms ' Of serhis serpent land ' There may we long, where yet some living thing ' Gives consolation. Not my native land ' Nor European fields I hope for now ' Lit by far other suns, nor Asia's plains. ' But in what land, what region of the sky, ' Where left we Africa? But now with frosts ' Cyrene stiffened: have we changed the laws ' Which rule the seasons, in this little space? ' Cast from the world we know, 'neath other skies ' And stars we tread; behind our backs the home ' Of southern tempests: Rome herse
Asia (search for this): book 9, card 839
d the host ' Which knows thy secret seeks the furthest world. ' Perchance some greater wonders on our path ' May still await us; in the waves be plunged ' Heaven's constellations, and the lofty pole 'Stoop from its height. By further space removed ' No land, than Juba's realm; by rumour's voice ' Drear, mournful. Haply for this serpent land ' There may we long, where yet some living thing ' Gives consolation. Not my native land ' Nor European fields I hope for now ' Lit by far other suns, nor Asia's plains. ' But in what land, what region of the sky, ' Where left we Africa? But now with frosts ' Cyrene stiffened: have we changed the laws ' Which rule the seasons, in this little space? ' Cast from the world we know, 'neath other skies ' And stars we tread; behind our backs the home ' Of southern tempests: Rome herself perchance ' Now lies beneath our feet. Yet for our fates ' This solace pray we, that on this our track ' Pursuing Caesar with his host may come.' Thus was their stubborn p
Eryx (Italy) (search for this): book 9, card 839
ue. Now to the Roman standards are they come, And when the chieftain bade the tents be fixed, First all the sandy space within the lines With song they purify and magic words From which all serpents flee: next round the camp In widest circuit from a kindled fire Rise aromatic odours: danewort burns, And juice distils from Syrian galbanum; Then mournful tamarisk, costum from the East, Strong panacea mixed with centaury From Thrace, and leaves of fennel feed the flames, And thapsus brought from Eryx: and they burn Larch, southern-wood and antlers of a deer Which lived afar. From these in densest fumes, Deadly to snakes, a pungent smoke arose; And thus in safety passed the night away. But should some victim feel the fatal fang Upon the march, then of this magic race Were seen the wonders; with saliva first They smear the limb, whose silent working keeps Reading 'tacita' (Francken), intead of 'tacta.' The venom in the wound. From foaming mouth Next with continuous cadence would they pour U
Cyrene (Libya) (search for this): book 9, card 839
' May still await us; in the waves be plunged ' Heaven's constellations, and the lofty pole 'Stoop from its height. By further space removed ' No land, than Juba's realm; by rumour's voice ' Drear, mournful. Haply for this serpent land ' There may we long, where yet some living thing ' Gives consolation. Not my native land ' Nor European fields I hope for now ' Lit by far other suns, nor Asia's plains. ' But in what land, what region of the sky, ' Where left we Africa? But now with frosts ' Cyrene stiffened: have we changed the laws ' Which rule the seasons, in this little space? ' Cast from the world we know, 'neath other skies ' And stars we tread; behind our backs the home ' Of southern tempests: Rome herself perchance ' Now lies beneath our feet. Yet for our fates ' This solace pray we, that on this our track ' Pursuing Caesar with his host may come.' Thus was their stubborn patience of its plaints Disburdened. But the bravery of their chief Forced them to bear their toils. Upon t
Thessaly (Greece) (search for this): book 9, card 839
rth On which they lay they feared; nor leaves nor straw They piled for couches, but upon the ground Unshielded from the fates they laid their limbs, Cherished beneath whose warmth in chill of night The frozen pests found shelter; in whose jaws Harmless the while, the lurking venom slept. Nor did they know the measure of their march Accomplished, nor their path; the stars in heaven Their only guide. ' Return, ye gods,' they cried, In frequent wail, ' the arms from which we fled. ' Give back Thessalia. Sworn to meet the sword ' Why, lingering, fall we thus? In Caesar's place ' The thirsty Dipsas and the horned snake ' Now wage the warfare. Rather let us seek ' That region by the horses of the sun ' Scorched, and the zone most torrid: let us fall 'Slain by some heavenly cause, and from the sky ' Descend our fate! Not, Africa, of thee ' Complain we, nor of Nature. From mankind ' Cut off, this quarter, teeming thus with pests ' She gave to snakes, and to the barren fields ' Denied the hu