Thesauros Literature Epic Pharsalia

Pharsalia

Pharsalia Lucan 39-65

Book 9

 
'Twas thus on Numa by the sacred fire 1
 
Those shields descended which our chosen priestsAlluding to the shield of Mars which fell from heaven on Numa at sacrifice. Eleven others were made to match it (Dict. Antiq.). While Horace speaks of them as chief objects of a patriot Roman's affection,('Odes,' iii., 5, 9), Lucan discovers for them a ridiculous origin. They were in the custody of the priests of Mars. (See Book I., 668.)
 
Bear on their shoulders; from some warlike race
 
By tempest rapt, to be the prize of Rome.
 
While thus the tempest whirled the earth aloft
 
Prone fell the host, and wound their garments tight,
 
And gripped the soil; but hardly thus prevailed.
 
Weight had not held them safe; the raging blast
 
Piles heaps upon them, their recumbent limbs
 
Are whelmed in sand. At length they struggling rose
 
Back to their feet, when lo! around them stood,
 
Forced by the storm, a growing bank of earth
 
Which held them motionless. And from afar
 
Where walls lay prostrate, mighty stones were hurled,
 
Thus piling ills on ills in wondrous form:
 
No dwellings had they seen, yet at their feet
 
Beheld the ruins. All the earth was hid
 
In vast envelopment, nor found they guide
 
Save from the stars, which as in middle deep
 
Flamed o'er them wandering: yet some were hid
 
Beneath the circle of the Libyan earth
 
Which tending downwards hid the Northern sky.
 
When warmth dispersed the tempest-driven air,
 
And rose upon the earth the flaming day,
 
Bathed were their limbs in sweat, but parched and dry
 
Their gaping lips; when to a scanty spring
 
Far off beheld they came, whose meagre drops
 
All gathered in the hollow of a helm
 
They offered to their chief. Caked were their throats
 
With dust, and panting; and one little drop
 
Had made him envied. 'Wretch, and dost thou deem
 
Me wanting in a brave man's heart? ' he cried,
 
' Me only in this throng? And have I seemed
 
'Tender, unfit to bear the morning heat?
 
He who would quench his thirst 'mid such a host,
 
'Doth most deserve its pangs.' Then in his wrath
 
Dashed down the helmet, and the scanty spring,
 
Thus by their leader spurned, sufficed for all.
 
Now had they reached that temple which possess,
 
Sole in all Libya, th' untutored tribes

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