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As when at Elis' festival a horse In stable pent gnaws at his prison bars Impatient, and should clamour from without Strike on his ear, bounds furious at restraint, So then was Caesar, eager for the fight, Stirred by the words of Curio. To the ranks He bids his soldiers; with majestic mien And hand commanding silence as they come. Comrades,' he cried, ' victorious returned, 'Who by my side for ten long years have faced, 'Mid Alpine winters and on Arctic shores, 'The thousand dangers of the battle-field--- Is this our country's welcome, this her prize ' For death and wounds and Roman blood outpoured? ' Rome arms her choicest sons; the sturdy oaks ' Are felled to make a fleet;-what could she more ' If from the Alps fierce Hannibal were come ' With all his Punic host? " By land and sea ' Caesar shall fly!" Fly? Though in adverse war ' Our best had fallen, and the savage Gaul ' Were hard upon our track, we would not fly. 'And now, when fortune smiles and kindly gods ' Beckon us on to g