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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 1, line 1 (search)
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
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 5, line 593 (search)
om depths between laid bare the sand. The master of the boat forgot his art, For fear o'ercame; he knew not where to yield Or where to meet the wave: but safety came From ocean's self at war: one billow forced The vessel under, but a huger wave Repelled it upwards, and she rode the storm Through every blast triumphant. Not the shore Of humble Sason,Sason is a small island just off the Ceraunian rocks, the point of which is now called Cape Linguetta, and is nearly opposite to Brindisi. nor Thessalia's coast Indented, not Ambracia's scanty ports Dismayed the mariners, but the giddy tops Of high Ceraunia's cliffs. But Caesar now, Thinking the peril worthy of his fates: Are such the labours of the gods? ' exclaimed, Bent on my downfall have they sought me thus, Here in this puny skiff in such a sea? If to the deep the glory of my fall Is due, and not to war, intrepid still Whatever death they send shall strike me down. Let fate cut short the deeds that I would do And hasten on the end: t
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 1 (search)
tumult of a war Forced to completion. Yet this labour huge Was spent in vain. So many hands had joined Or Sestos with Abydos, or had tamed With mighty mole the Hellespontine wave, Or Corinth from the realm of Pelops king Had rent asunder, or had spared each ship Her voyage round the long Malean cape, Or had done anything most hard, to mould The world's created surface. Here the war Was prisoned: blood predestinate to flow In all the parts of earth; the host foredoomed To fall in Libya or in Thessaly Was here: in such small amphitheatre The tide of civil passion rose and fell. At first Pompeius knew not: so the hind Who peaceful tills the mid-Sicilian fields Hears not Pelorus C. del Faro, the N.E. point of Sicily. sounding to the storm; So billows thunder on Rutupian shores,The shores of Kent. Unheard by distant Caledonia's tribes. But when he saw the mighty barrier stretch O'er hill and valley, and enclose the land, He bade his columns leave their rocky hold And seize on posts of vant
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 263 (search)
he uprising sun, and sought by paths Remote, and forests wide, the land by fate Foredoomed to see the issue of the war. Thessalia on that side where Titan first Raises the wintry day, by Ossa's rocks Is prisoned in: but in th' advancing year When himassacred. The lake set free Flowed forth in many rivers: to the west AEas,AEas was a river flowing from the boundary of Thessaly through Epirus to the Ionian Sea. The sire of Isis, or Io, was Inachus; but the river of that name is usually placed in alydon: in the Malian Gulf Thy rapids fall, Spercheius: pure the wave With which Amphrysos Admetus was King of Pherae in Thessaly, and sued for Alcestis, the daughter of Pelias, who promised her to him if he should come in a chariot drawn by lions aneful to man; whereupon Athena produced an olive tree, and Poseidon a horse. Homer also places the scene of this event in Thessaly. (Iliad, xxiii., 247.) Struck by the trident of the Ocean King, Omen of dreadful war; here first he learned, Champing th
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 413 (search)
he shades; and sad with gloomy rites Mysterious altars. For his frenzied soul Heaven knew too little. And the spot itself Kindled his madness, for hard by there dwelt The brood of Haemon Son of Pelasgus. From him was derived the ancient name of Thessaly, Haemonia. whom no storied witch Of fiction e'er transcended; all their art In things most strange and most incredible; There were Thessalian rocks with deadly herbs Thick planted, sensible to magic chants, Funereal, secret: and the land was fusound Of those dread tones unspeakable has reached The constellations, then nor Babylon Nor secret Memphis, though they open wide The shrines of ancient magic and entreat The gods, could draw them from the fires that smoke Upon the altars of far Thessaly. To hearts of flint those incantations bring Love, strange, unnatural; the old man's breast Burns with illicit fire. Nor lies the power In harmful cup nor in the juicy pledge Of love maternal from the forehead drawn;It was supposed that there wa
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 337 (search)
id Teuton hordes and Scythian, though by sword Sought, yet returns not. Would that from the day When Romulus, aided by the vulture's flight, Ill-omened, raised within that hateful grove Rome's earliest walls, down to the crimsoned field In dire Thessalia fought, she ne'er had known Italia's peoples! Did the Bruti strike In vain for liberty? Why laws and rights Sanctioned by all the annals designate With consular titles? Happier far the Medes And blest Arabia, and the Eastern lands Held by a kinolts? On Mimas shall he hurl His fires, on Rhodope and OEta's woods Unmeriting such chastisement, and leave This life to Cassius' hand? On Argos fell At grim Thyestes' feastCompare Book I., line 603. untimely night By him thus hastened; shall Thessalia's land Receive full daylight, wielding kindred swords In fathers' hands and brothers'? Careless of men Are all the gods. Yet for this day of doom Such vengeance have we reaped as deities May give to mortals; for these wars shall raise Our part
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 460 (search)
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
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 7, line 728 (search)
heaven. And thou, proud conqueror, who wouldst deny The rites of burial to thousands slain, Why flee thy field of triumph? Why desert This reeking plain? Drink, Caesar, if thou canst Of these ensanguined streams, and breathe the air Of cursed Thessalia: but from thy grasp The earth is ravished, and th' unburied host, Routing their victor, hold Pharsalia's field. Then to the ghastly harvest of the war Came all the beasts of earth whose facile sense Of odour tracks the bodies of the slain. Spedw Of ravening beast or fowl; the inmost flesh Scarce did they touch, nor limbs-thus lay the dead Scorned by the spoiler; and the Roman host By sun and length of days, and rain from heaven, At length was mingled with Emathia's plain. Ill-starred Thessalia! By what hateful crime Didst thou offend that thus on thee alone Was laid such carnage? By what length of years Shalt thou be cleansed from the curse of war? When shall the harvest of thy fields arise Free from their purple stain? And when the
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 8, line 1 (search)
hose countless oars Yet Leucas' inlets and Corcyra shook, Crept to the shelter of a tiny bark. For thou didst beckon him to Lesbos' shores, Thou, partner of the sorrows of thy lord, Cornelia! Sadder far thy life apart Than wert thou present in Thessalia's fields. Racked is thy heart with presages of ill; Pharsalia fills thy dreams and when the shades Give place to dawn, with hasty step thou tread'st Some cliff sea-beaten, and with gaze intent To mark the sail of each approaching ship Art firstnd the kings 'May keep their faith to thee, and all the earth ' Be ready to thy rule, me from thy side ' Cast to the billows. Rather had I died ' To bring thee victory; thy disasters thus, Thus expiate. And, cruel Julia, thee, ' Who by this war hast vengeance on our vows, ' From thine abode I call: atonement find ' In this thy rival's death, and spare at least ' Thy Magnus.' Then upon his breast she fell, While all the concourse wept-e'en Magnus' self, Who saw Thessalia's field without a tear.
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 8, line 331 (search)
all her legions should have left the Rhine 'Free to the Teuton, till the Parthian dead ' Were piled in heaps upon the sands that hide ' Our heroes slain; and haughty Babylon 'Lay at her victor's feet. To this foul peace 'We pray an end; and if Thessalia's day 'Has closed our warfare, let the conqueror march 'Straight on our Parthian foe. Then should this heart, 'Then only, leap at Caesar's triumph won. 'Go thou and pass Araxes' chilly stream 'On this thine errand; and the mournful ghost 'Piercre profuse Shall meet thee sad memorials of the rout: 'Red is yon wall where passed their headless trunks; 'Euphrates here engulfed them, Tigris there ' Cast up to perish. Gaze on such array, 'And thou canst supplicate at Caesar's feet ' In mid Thessalia seated. Nay, thy glance ' Turn on the Roman world, and if thou fear'st King Juba faithless and the southern realms, Then seek we Pharos. Egypt on the west Girt by the trackless Syrtes forces back By sevenfold stream the ocean; rich in glebe And
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