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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 2, line 67 (search)
rod the hostile dust ' Of Carthage, and his ruin matched with hers: ' Each from the other's fate some solace drew, ' And prostrate, pardoned heaven. On LibyanThe Governor of Libya sent an officer to Marius, who had landed in the neighbourhood of Carthage. The officer delivered his message, and Marius replied, 'Tell the Governor you have seen Caius Marius, a fugitive sitting on the ruins of Carthage,' a reply in which he not inaptly compared the fate of that city and his own changed fortune. (PluCarthage,' a reply in which he not inaptly compared the fate of that city and his own changed fortune. (Plutarch, 'Marius,' 40.) soil ' Fresh fury gathering,In the 'gathering of fresh fury on Libyan soil,' there appears to be an allusion to the story of Antaeus, in Book IV. next, when Fortune smiled 'The prisons he threw wide and freed the slaves. ' Forth rushed the murderous bands, their melted chains ' Forged into weapons for his ruffian needs. ' No charge he gave to mere recruits in guilt ' Who brought not to the camp some proof of crime. ' How dread that day when conquering Marius seized ' The
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 4, line 583 (search)
For Curio rash from LilybaeanThat is, Sicilian. coast Sailed with his fleet, and borne by gentle winds Betwixt half-ruined Carthage, mighty once, And Clupea's cliff, upon the well-known shore His anchors dropped. First from the hoary sea Remote, where Bagra slowly ploughs the sand, He placed his camp: then sought the further hills And mazy passages of cavernous rocks, Antaeus' kingdom called. From ancient days This name was given; and thus a swain retold The story handed down from sire to son: 'Not yet exhausted by the giant brood, 'Earth still another monster brought to birth, 'In Libya's caverns: huger far was he, 'More justly far her pride, than Briareus With all his hundred hands, or Typhon fierce, Or Tityos: 'twas in mercy to the gods 'That not in Phlegra's For Phlegra, the scene of the battle between the giants and the gods, see Book VII., 169, and Book IX., 770. Ben Jonson ('Sejanus,' Act v., scene 10) says of Sejanus: 'Phlegra, the field where all the sons of earth Mustered a
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 4, line 715 (search)
his comrades' swords. And as the front rank fell, still narrower grew The close crushed phalanx, till to raise their swords Space was denied. Still close and closer forced The armed breasts against each other driven Pressed out the life. Thus not upon a scene Such as their fortune promised, gazed the foe. No tide of blood was there to glut their eyes, No members lopped asunder, though the earth Was piled with corpses; for each Roman stood In death upright against his comrade dead. Let cruel Carthage rouse her hated ghosts By this fell offering; let the Punic shades, And bloody Hannibal, from this defeat Receive atonement: yet 'twas shame, ye gods, That Libya gained not for herself the day; And that our Romans on that field should die To save Pompeius and the Senate's cause. Now was the dust laid low by streams of blood, And Curio, knowing that his host was slain, Chose not to live; and, as a brave man should, He rushed upon the heap, and fighting fell. In vain with turbid speech hast t
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 263 (search)
in his crowning crime, to have met in fight A pious kinsman, Caesar's vantage lay. Oh tragic destiny! Nor Munda's fight Hispania had wept, nor Libya mourned Encrimsoned Utica, nor Nilus' stream, With blood unspeakable polluted, borne A nobler corse than her Egyptian kings: Nor Juba Juba and Petreius killed each other after the battle of Thapsus, to avoid falling into Caesar's hands. See Book IV., line 5. lain unburied on the sands, Nor Scipio with his blood outpoured appeased The ghosts of Carthage; this had been thy last Disaster, Rome; nor had the blameless life Of Cato ended: and Pharsalia's name Had so been blotted from the book of fate. But Caesar left the region where his arms Had found the deities adverse, and marched His shattered columns to Thessalian lands. Then to Pompeius came (whose mind was bent To follow Caesar wheresoe'er he fled) His captains, striving to persuade their chief To seek Ausonia, his native land, Now freed from foes. 'Ne'er will I pass,' he said, ' My cou