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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley)

crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Neath southern noons with fiery rays aflame, Or where keen frost that never yields to spring In icy fetters binds the Scythian main: Long since barbarian Araxes' stream, And all the distan

WARS worse than civil on Emathian The great Emathian conqueror' (Milton's sonnet). Emathia was apart of Macedonia, but the word is used loosely for Thessaly or Macedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Neat

the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Neath southern noons with fiery rays aflame, Or where keen frost that never yields to spring In icy fetters binds the Scythian main: Long since barbarian Araxes' stream, And all the distant East, and those who know (If any such there be) the birth of Nile, Had felt our yoke. Then, then, with all the worl

WARS worse than civil on Emathian The great Emathian conqueror' (Milton's sonnet). Emathia was apart of Macedonia, but the word is used loosely for Thessaly or Macedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Nea

WARS worse than civil on Emathian The great Emathian conqueror' (Milton's sonnet). Emathia was apart of Macedonia, but the word is used loosely for Thessaly or Macedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizenMacedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Ne

WARS worse than civil on Emathian The great Emathian conqueror' (Milton's sonnet). Emathia was apart of Macedonia, but the word is used loosely for Thessaly or Macedonia. plains, And crime let loose we sing: how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met, Standard to standard, spear opposed to spear. Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome? Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,Crassus had been defeated and slain by the Parthians in B.C. 53, fouryears before this period. Cry for his vengeance? Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Neat

not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon? Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home? What lands, what oceans might have been the prize Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife! Where Titan rises, where night hides the stars, 'Neath southern noons with fiery rays aflame, Or where keen frost that never yields to spring In icy fetters binds the Scythian main: Long since barbarian Araxes' stream, And all the distant East, and those who know (If any such there be) the birth of Nile, Had felt our yoke. Then, then, with all the world Beneath thee, Rome, if for nefarious war Such be thy passion, turn upon thyself: Not yet was wanting for thy sword a foe. That crumbled houses and half-ruined homes Now mark our cities; that the ancient streets Scarce hear the footfall of the passer-by; That mighty fragments lie beside the walls; That hearths are desolate; that far and wide Fields thick with bramble and untilled for years Demand the labours of the hind in vain: All this nor P

sword thrust deep. 'Twas civil strife alone That dealt the wound and left the death behind.Mr. Froude in his essay entitled 'Divus Caesar' hints that these famous lines may have been written in mockery. Probably the five years known as the Golden Era of Nero had passed when they were written: yet the text itself does not aid such a suggestion; and the view generally taken, namely that Lucan was in earnest, appears preferable. There were many who dreamed at the time that the disasters of the Civil War were being compensated by the wealth and prosperity of the empire under Nero; and the assurance of universal peace, then almost realised, which is expressed in lines 69-71, seems inconsistent with the idea that this passage was written in irony. Lecky ('European Morals from Augustus to Charlemagne,' vol. i. p. 240) describes these latter verses as written 'with all the fervour of a Christian poet.' See also Merivale's ' Roman Empire,'chapter liv. Yet if the fates could find no other way

THUS was made plain the anger of the gods; The world gave signs of war: Nature reversed In monstrous tumult fraught with prodigies Her laws, and prescient spake the coming guilt. How seemed it just to thee, Olympus' king, That suffering mortals at thy doom should know By dreadful omens massacres to come? Or did the primal parent of the world When first the flames gave way and yielding left Matter unformed to his subduing hand, And realms unbalanced, fix by stern decree Unalterable laws to bind the whole (Himself, too, bound by law), so that for aye All Nature moves within its fated bounds? Or, is Chance sovereign over all, and we The sport of Fortune and her turning wheel? Whate'er be truth, keep thou the future veiled From mortal vision, and amid their fears May men still hope. Thus known how great the woes The world should suffer, from the truth divine, A solemn fast was called, the courts were closed, All men in private garb; no purple hem Adorned the togas of the chiefs of Rome;

Thus sorrow stirs itself. Meanwhile the men in seeking either camp And marching onward in the path to war, Address the cruel gods in just complaint. Happy the youths who born in Punic days On Cannae's uplands or by Trebia's stream Fought and were slain! What wretched lot is ours! No peace we ask for: let the nations rage; Rouse fiercest cities! may the world find arms To wage a war with Rome: let Parthian hosts Rush forth from Susa; Scythian Ister curb ' No more the Massagete: unconquered Rhine ' Let loose from furthest North her fair-haired tribes: ' Elbe, pour thy Suevians forth! Let us be foes ' Of all the peoples. May the Getan press ' Here, and the Dacian there; Pompeius meet 'The Eastern archers, Caesar in the West ' Confront th' Iberian. Leave to Rome no hand ' To raise against herself in civil strife. ' Or, if Italia by the gods be doomed, ' Let all the sky, fierce Parent, be dissolved 'And falling on the earth in flaming bolts, ' Their hands still bloodless, strike both l