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John Conington, Commentary on Vergil's Aeneid, Volume 2 | 68 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams) | 54 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden) | 52 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) | 26 | 0 | Browse | Search |
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) | 18 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) | 14 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Cornelius Tacitus, The History (ed. Alfred John Church, William Jackson Brodribb) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Works of Horace (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Enough of snow and hail at last
The sire has sent in vengeance down:
His bolts, at his own temple cast,
Appall'd the town,
Appall'd the lands, lest Pyrrha's time
Return, with all its monstrous sights,
When Proteus led his flocks to climb
The flatten'd heights,
When fish were in the elm-tops caught,
Where once the stock-dove wont to bide,
And does were floating, all distraught,
Adown the tide.
Old Tiber, hurl'd in tumult back
From mingling with the Etruscan main,
Has threaten'd Numa's court with wrack
And Vesta's fane.
Roused by his Ilia's plaintive woes,
He vows revenge for guiltless blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
Yes, Fame shall tell of civic steel
That better Persian lives had spilt,
To youths, whose minish'd numbers feel
Their parents' guilt.
What god shall Rome invoke to stay
Her fall? Can suppliance overbear
The ear of Vesta, turn'd away
From chant and prayer?
Who comes, commission'd to atone
For crime like ours? at length appear,
A cloud round t
Lydia, by all above,
Why bear so hard on Sybaris, to ruin him with love?
What change has made him shun
The playing-ground, who once so well could bear the dust and sun?
Why does he never sit
On horseback in his company, nor with uneven bit
His Gallic courser tame?
Why dreads he yellow Tiber, as 'twould sully that fair frame?
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with honourable toil,
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
Why skulks he, as they say
Did Thetis' son before the dawn of Ilion's fatal day,
For fear the manly dress
Should fling him into danger's arms, amid the
Lycian press?
Your heart on Arab wealth is set,
Good Iccius: you would try your steel
On Saba's kings, unconquerd yet,
And make the Mede your fetters feel.
Come, tell me what barbarian fair
Will serve you now, her bridegroom slain?
What page from court with essenced hair
Will tender you the bowl you drain,
Well skill'd to bend the Serian bow
His father carried? Who shall say
That rivers may not uphill flow,
And Tiber's self return one day,
If you would change Panaetius' works,
That costly purchase, and the clan
Of Socrates, for shields and dirks,
Whom once we thought a saner man?