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With canvas yielding to the western wind	A
The navy sailed the deep and every eye	B
Gazed on Ionian billows But the chief	C
Turned not his vision from his native shore	D
Now left for ever while the morning mists	E
Drew down upon the mountains and the cliffs	F
Faded in distance till his aching sight	G
No longer knew them Then his wearied frame	H
Sank in the arms of sleep But Julia's shape	I
In mournful guise dread horror on her brow	J
Rose through the gaping earth and from her tomb	K
Erect in form as of a Fury spake	L
'Driven from Elysian fields and from the plains	M
The blest inhabit when the war began	N
I dwell in Stygian darkness where abide	O
The souls of all the guilty There I saw	P
Th' Eumenides with torches in their hands	Q
Prepared against thy battles and the fleets	R
Which by the ferryman of the flaming stream	S
Were made to bear thy dead while Hell itself	T
Relaxed its punishments the sisters three	U
With busy fingers all their needful task	V
Could scarce accomplish and the threads of fate	W
Dropped from their weary hands With me thy wife	X
Thou Magnus leddest happy triumphs home	Y
New wedlock brings new luck Thy concubine	Z
Whose star brings all her mighty husbands ill	A2
Cornelia weds in thee a breathing tomb	K
Through wars and oceans let her cling to thee	U
So long as I may break thy nightly rest	B2
No moment left thee for her love but all	C2
By night to me by day to Caesar given	D2
Me not the oblivious banks of Lethe's stream	S
Have made forgetful and the kings of death	E2
Have suffered me to join thee in mid fight	G
I will be with thee and my haunting ghost	F2
Remind thee Caesar's daughter was thy spouse	G2
Thy sword kills not our pledges civil war	D
Shall make thee wholly mine ' She spake and fled	H2
But he though heaven and hell thus bode defeat	I2
More bent on war with mind assured of ill	A2
'Why dread vain phantoms of a dreaming brain	J2
Or nought of sense and feeling to the soul	K2
Is left by death or death itself is nought '	L2
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Now fiery Titan in declining path	M2
Dipped to the waves his bright circumference	N2
So much diminished as a growing moon	O2
Not yet full circled or when past the full	P2
When to the fleet a hospitable coast	F2
Gave access and the ropes in order laid	Q2
The sailors struck the masts and rowed ashore	D
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When Caesar saw the fleet escape his grasp	R2
And hidden from his view by lengthening seas	S2
Left without rival on Hesperian soil	T2
He found no joy in triumph rather grieved	U2
That thus in safety Magnus' flight was sped	H2
Not any gifts of Fortune now sufficed	V2
His fiery spirit and no victory won	D2
Unless the war was finished with the stroke	W2
Then arms he laid aside in guise of peace	X2
Seeking the people's favour skilled to know	Y2
How to arouse their ire and how to gain	J2
The popular love by corn in plenty given	D2
For famine only makes a city free	U
By gifts of food the tyrant buys a crowd	Z2
To cringe before him but a people starved	A3
Is fearless ever	B3
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Curio he bids	C3
Cross over to Sicilian cities where	D3
Or ocean by a sudden rise o'erwhelmed	A3
The land or split the isthmus right in twain	J2
Leaving a path for seas Unceasing tides	E3
There labour hugely lest again should meet	A3
The mountains rent asunder Nor were left	A3
Sardinian shores unvisited each isle	F3
Is blest with noble harvests which have filled	A3
More than all else the granaries of Rome	Y
And poured their plenty on Hesperia's shores	G3
Not even Libya with its fertile soil	T2
Their yield surpasses when the southern wind	A3
Gives way to northern and permits the clouds	H3
To drop their moisture on the teeming earth	I3
This ordered Caesar leads his legions on	J3
Not armed for war but as in time of peace	X2
Returning to his home Ah had he come	K3
With only Gallia conquered and the North	L3
What long array of triumph had he brought	A3
What pictured scenes of battle how had Rhine	Z
And Ocean borne his chains How noble Gaul	C2
And Britain's fair haired chiefs his lofty car	M3
Had followed Such a triumph had he lost	A3
By further conquest Now in silent fear	N3
They watched his marching troops nor joyful towns	O3
Poured out their crowds to welcome his return	P3
Yet did the conqueror's proud soul rejoice	Q3
Far more than at their love at such a fear	N3
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Now Anxur's hold was passed the oozy road	A3
That separates the marsh the grove sublime	R3
Where reigns the Scythian goddess and the path	M2
By which men bear the fasces to the feast	A3
On Alba's summit From the height afar	M3
Gazing in awe upon the walls of Rome	Y
His native city since the Northern war	D
Unseen unvisited thus Caesar spake	L
'Who would not fight for such a god like town	S3
And have they left thee Rome without a blow	Y2
Thank the high gods no eastern hosts are here	T3
To wreak their fury nor Sarmatian horde	A3
With northern tribes conjoined by Fortune's gift	A3
This war is civil else this coward chief	C
Had been thy ruin '	-
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Trembling at his feet	A3
He found the city deadly fire and flame	H
As from a conqueror gods and fanes dispersed	A3
Such was the measure of their fear as though	Y2
His power and wish were one No festal shout	A3
Greeted his march no feigned acclaim of joy	U3
Scarce had they time for hate In Phoebus' hall	C2
Their hiding places left a crowd appeared	A3
Of Senators uncalled for none could call	C2
No Consul there the sacred shrine adorned	A3
Nor Praetor next in rank and every seat	A3
Placed for the officers of state was void	A3
Caesar was all and to his private voice	Q3
All else were listeners The fathers sat	A3
Ready to grant a temple or a throne	V3
If such his wish and for themselves to vote	A3
Or death or exile Well it was for Rome	Y
That Caesar blushed to order what they feared	A3
Yet in one breast the spirit of freedom rose	W3
Indignant for the laws for when the gates	X3
Of Saturn's temple hot Metellus saw	P
Were yielding to the shock he clove the ranks	Y3
Of Caesar's troops and stood before the doors	G3
As yet unopened 'Tis the love of gold	A3
Alone that fears not death no hand is raised	A3
For perished laws or violated rights	Z3
But for this dross the vilest cause of all	C2
Men fight and die Thus did the Tribune bar	M3
The victor's road to rapine and with voice	Q3
Clear ringing spake 'Save o'er Metellus dead	A3
This temple opens not my sacred blood	A3
Shall flow thou robber ere the gold be thine	Z
And surely shall the Tribune's power defied	A3
Find an avenging god this Crassus knew	A4
Who followed by our curses sought the war	D
And met disaster on the Parthian plains	M
Draw then thy sword nor fear the crowd that gapes	M
To view thy crimes the citizens are gone	B4
Not from our treasury reward for guilt	A3
Thy hosts shall ravish other towns are left	A3
And other nations wage the war on them	C4
Drain not Rome's peace for spoil ' The victor then	D4
Incensed to ire 'Vain is thy hope to fall	C2
In noble death as guardian of the right	A3
With all thine honours thou of Caesar's rage	E4
Art little worthy never shall thy blood	A3
Defile his hand Time lowest things with high	B
Confounds not yet so much that if thy voice	M
Could save the laws it were not better far	M3
They fell by Caesar ' Such his lofty words	M
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But as the Tribune yielded not his rage	E4
Rose yet the more and at his soldiers' swords	M
One look he cast forgetting for the time	R3
What robe he wore but soon Metellus heard	A3
These words from Cotta 'When men bow to power	B3
Freedom of speech is only Freedom's bane	J2
Whose shade at least survives if with free will	A2
Thou dost whate'er is bidden thee For us	M
Some pardon may be found a host of ills	M
Compelled submission and the shame is less	M
That to have done which could not be refused	A3
Yield then this wealth the seeds of direful war	D
A nation's anger is by losses stirred	A3
When laws protect it but the hungry slave	F4
Brings danger to his master not himself '	-
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At this Metellus yielded from the path	M2
And as the gates rolled backward echoed loud	A3
The rock Tarpeian and the temple's depths	M
Gave up the treasure which for centuries	M
No hand had touched all that the Punic foe	Y2
And Perses and Philippus conquered gave	F4
And all the gold which Pyrrhus panic struck	G4
Left when he fled that gold the price of Rome	Y
Which yet Fabricius sold not and the hoard	A3
Laid up by saving sires the tribute sent	A3
By Asia's richest nat	A3

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