2006, ISBN: 1406943150

[SR: 5962847], Paperback, [EAN: 9781406943153], Hard Press, Hard Press, Book, [PU: Hard Press], 2006-11-03, Hard Press, Excerpt: ...fates. Thus had the war Shed its last drop of blood and… Mehr…

[SR: 5962847], Paperback, [EAN: 9781406943153], Hard Press, Hard Press, Book, [PU: Hard Press], 2006-11-03, Hard Press, Excerpt: ...fates. Thus had the war Shed its last drop of blood and peace ensued, But Magnus suffered not, and held his troops. Back from the battle.                          Thou, oh Rome, had'st been Free, happy, mistress of thy laws and rights Were Sulla here. Now shalt thou ever grieve That in his crowning crime, to have met in fight A pious kinsman, Caesar's vantage lay. Oh tragic destiny! Nor Munda's fight Hispania had wept, nor Libya mourned Encrimsoned Utica, nor Nilus' stream, With blood unspeakable polluted, borne A nobler corse than her Egyptian kings: Nor Juba (10) lain unburied on the sands, Nor Scipio with his blood outpoured appeased The ghosts of Carthage; nor the blameless life Of Cato ended: and Pharsalia's name Had then been blotted from the book of fate. But Caesar left the region where his arms Had found the deities averse, and marched His shattered columns to Thessalian lands. Then to Pompeius came (whose mind was bent To follow Caesar wheresoe'er he fled) His captains, striving to persuade their chief To seek Ausonia, his native land, Now freed from foes. "Ne'er will I pass," he said, "My country's limit, nor revisit Rome Like Caesar, at the head of banded hosts. Hesperia when the war began was mine; Mine, had I chosen in our country's shrines, (11) In midmost forum of her capital, To join the battle. So that banished far Be war from Rome, I'll cross the torrid zone Or those for ever frozen Scythian shores. What! shall my victory rob thee of the peace I gave thee by my flight? Rather than thou Should'st feel the evils of this impious war, Let Caesar deem thee his." Thus said, his course He turned towards the rising of the sun, And following devious paths, through forests wide, Made for Emathia, the land by fate Foredoomed to see the issue. Thessalia on that side where Titan first Raises the wintry day, by Ossa's rocks Is prisoned in: but in th' advancing year When higher in the vault his chariot rides 'Tis Pelion..., 10399, Classics, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books, 10016, British & Irish, 10088, Contemporary, 2162, Dramas & Plays, 10090, Historical, 9805, Horror, 16004661, Humor & Satire, 10159404011, Literature, 10096, Poetry, 10183895011, Shakespeare, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books<

2006, ISBN: 1406943150

[SR: 2784143], Paperback, [EAN: 9781406943153], Hard Press, Hard Press, Book, [PU: Hard Press], 2006-11-03, Hard Press, Excerpt: ...fates. Thus had the war Shed its last drop of blood and… Mehr…

[SR: 2784143], Paperback, [EAN: 9781406943153], Hard Press, Hard Press, Book, [PU: Hard Press], 2006-11-03, Hard Press, Excerpt: ...fates. Thus had the war Shed its last drop of blood and peace ensued, But Magnus suffered not, and held his troops. Back from the battle.                          Thou, oh Rome, had'st been Free, happy, mistress of thy laws and rights Were Sulla here. Now shalt thou ever grieve That in his crowning crime, to have met in fight A pious kinsman, Caesar's vantage lay. Oh tragic destiny! Nor Munda's fight Hispania had wept, nor Libya mourned Encrimsoned Utica, nor Nilus' stream, With blood unspeakable polluted, borne A nobler corse than her Egyptian kings: Nor Juba (10) lain unburied on the sands, Nor Scipio with his blood outpoured appeased The ghosts of Carthage; nor the blameless life Of Cato ended: and Pharsalia's name Had then been blotted from the book of fate. But Caesar left the region where his arms Had found the deities averse, and marched His shattered columns to Thessalian lands. Then to Pompeius came (whose mind was bent To follow Caesar wheresoe'er he fled) His captains, striving to persuade their chief To seek Ausonia, his native land, Now freed from foes. "Ne'er will I pass," he said, "My country's limit, nor revisit Rome Like Caesar, at the head of banded hosts. Hesperia when the war began was mine; Mine, had I chosen in our country's shrines, (11) In midmost forum of her capital, To join the battle. So that banished far Be war from Rome, I'll cross the torrid zone Or those for ever frozen Scythian shores. What! shall my victory rob thee of the peace I gave thee by my flight? Rather than thou Should'st feel the evils of this impious war, Let Caesar deem thee his." Thus said, his course He turned towards the rising of the sun, And following devious paths, through forests wide, Made for Emathia, the land by fate Foredoomed to see the issue. Thessalia on that side where Titan first Raises the wintry day, by Ossa's rocks Is prisoned in: but in th' advancing year When higher in the vault his chariot rides 'Tis Pelion..., 10399, Classics, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books, 10016, British & Irish, 10088, Contemporary, 2162, Dramas & Plays, 10090, Historical, 9805, Horror, 16004661, Humor & Satire, 10159404011, Literature, 10096, Poetry, 10183895011, Shakespeare, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books<