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Cannae (Italy) (search for this): book 2, card 1
hrine Some prayers were offered which refused would bring Reproach on heaven. One whose livid arms Were dark with blows, whose cheeks with tears bedewed, Cried, 'Now, unhappy mothers, rend the lock, Nor keep your sorrows till the battle day : Now ye may weep: when either chieftain wins Rejoice ye must.' 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 'T
Italy (Italy) (search for this): book 2, card 1
est 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 leaders down, ' With both their hosts! Why plunge in novel crime ' To settle which of them shall rule in Rome? ' Scarce were it worth the price of civil war ' To hinder either.' Thus the patriot voice Still found an utterance, soon to speak no more. Meantime, the aged fathers o'er their fates In anguish grieved, detesting life prolonged
Rhine (search for this): book 2, card 1
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
Elbe (search for this): book 2, card 1
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 leaders down, ' With both their hosts! Why plunge in novel crime
Susa (Iran) (search for this): book 2, card 1
: Now ye may weep: when either chieftain wins Rejoice ye must.' 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
Olympus (Greece) (search for this): book 2, card 1
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;