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Pharsalia

Pharsalia Lucan 39-65

Book 2

 
Set Eurus free upon the swollen deep, 1
 
It shall not yield to him, though cloud and sky
 
Confess his strength; but in the former wind
 
Still find its master. But their fears prevailed,
 
And Caesar's fortune, o'er their wavering faith.
 
For Libo fled Etruria; Umbria lost
 
Her freedom, driving Thermus Thermus, to whom Iguvium had been entrusted by the Senate, was compelled to quit it owing to the disaffection of the inhabitants. (Merivale, chapter xiv.) Auximon in a similar way rose against Varus. from her bounds;
 
Great Sulla's son, unworthy of his sire,
 
Feared at the name of Caesar: Varus sought
 
The caves and woods, when smote the hostile horse
 
The gates of Auximon; and Spinther driven
 
From Asculum, the victor on his track,
 
Fled with his standards, soldierless; and thou,
 
Scipio, didst leave Nuceria's citadel
 
Deserted, though by bravest legions held
 
Sent home by Caesar for the Parthian war; After Caesar's campaign with the Nervii, Pompeius had lent him a legion. When the Parthian war broke out and the Senate required each of the two leaders to supply a legion for it, Pompeius demanded the return of the legion which he had sent to Gaul; and Caesar returned it, together with one of his own. They were, however, retained in Italy.
 
Whom Magnus earlier, to his kinsman gave
 
A loan of Roman blood, to fight the Gaul.
 
But brave Domitius held firm his post See Book VII., 695.
 
Behind Corfinium's ramparts; his the troops
 
Who newly levied kept the judgment hall
 
At Milo's trial.Book I., 370. When from far the plain
 
Rolled up a dusty cloud, beneath whose veil
 
The sheen of armour glistening in the sun,
 
Revealed a marching host. ' Dash down,' he cried,
 
Swift as ye can, the bridge that spans the stream;
 
And thou, O river, from thy mountain source
 
With all thy torrents rushing, planks and beams
 
Ruined and broken on thy foaming breast
 
Bear onward to the sea. The war shall pause
 
Here, at these bounds : here shall this headlong chief
 
Await in idleness our victory.'
 
He bade his squadrons, speeding from the walls,
 
Charge on the bridge: in vain: for Caesar saw
 
They sought to free the river from his chains That is to say, by the breaking of the bridge, the river would become a serious obstacle to Caesar.
 
And bar his march; and roused to ire, he cried:
 
Were not the walls sufficient to protect
 
Your coward souls? Seek ye by barricades
 
And streams to keep me back? What though the flood
 
Of swollen Ganges were across my path?

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