Thesauros Edebiyat Destan Pharsalia

Pharsalia

Pharsalia Lucan 39-65

Kitap 6

 
At first Pompeius knew not: so the hind 1
 
Who peaceful tills the mid-Sicilian fields
 
Hears not Pelorus C. del Faro, the N.E. point of Sicily. sounding to the storm;
 
So billows thunder on Rutupian shores,The shores of Kent.
 
Unheard by distant Caledonia's tribes.
 
But when he saw the mighty barrier stretch
 
O'er hill and valley, and enclose the land,
 
He bade his columns leave their rocky hold
 
And seize on posts of vantage in the plain;
 
Thus forcing Caesar to extend his troops
 
On wider lines; and holding for his own
 
Such space encompassed as divides from Rome
 
Aricia, Aricia was situated on the Via Appia, about sixteen miles from Rome. There was a temple of Diana close to it, among some woods on a small lake. Aricia was Horace's first halting place on his journey to Brundisium sacred to that goddess chaste
 
Of old Mycenae; or as Tiber holds
 
From Rome's high ramparts to the Tuscan sea,
 
Unless he deviate. No trumpet call
 
Commands an onset, and the darts that fly
 
Fly though forbidden; but the arm that flings
 
For proof the lance, at random, here and there
 
Deals impious slaughter. Weighty care compelled
 
Each leader to withhold his troops from fight;
 
For there the weary earth of produce failed
 
Pressed by Pompeius' steeds, whose horny hoofs
 
Rang in their gallop on the grassy fields
 
And killed the succulence. They strengthless lay
 
Upon the mown expanse, nor pile of straw,
 
Brought from full barns in place of living grass,
 
Relieved their craving; shook their panting flanks,
 
And as they wheeled Death struck his victim down.
 
Then foul contagion filled the murky air
 
Whose poisonous weight pressed on them in a cloud
 
Pestiferous; as in Nesis' isle An island in the Bay of Puteoli. the breath
 
Of Styx rolls upwards from the mist-clad rocks;
 
Or that fell vapour which the caves exhale
 
From Typhon Typhon, the hundred-headed giant, was buried under Mount Etna. raging in the depths below.
 
Then died the soldiers, for the streams they drank
 
Held yet more poison than the air: the skin
 
Was dark and rigid, and the fiery plague
 
Made hard their vitals, and with pitiless tooth
 
Gnawed at their wasted features, while their eyes

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