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Perhaps, for that too boldly I withstand,
Nor yield my conquering eagles on command;
Since the Cilician pirate ftrikes his fail,
Since o'er the Pontic king thy arms prevail;
Since the poor prince, a weary life o'er-past,
By thee and poifon is fubdued at last;
Perhaps, one latest province yet remains,
And vanquish'd, Cæfar must receive thy chains.
But though my labours lose their just reward,
Yet let the fenate these my friends regard;
Whate'er my lot, my brave victorious bands
Deferve to triumph, whofoe'er commands.
Where shall my weary veteran reft? Oh where
Shall virtue worn with years and arms repair?
What town is for his late repofe affign'd?
Where are the promis'd lands he hop'd to find,
Fields for his plow, a country village feat,
Some little comfortable fafe retreat;

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Where failing age at length from toil may cease, 625
And waste the poor remains of life with peace
But march! Your long-victorious enfigns rear,
Let valour in its own juft caufe appear.
When for redress intreating armies call,
They who deny juft things, permit them all.

The righteous gods shall furely own the cause,
Which feeks not fpoil, nor empire, but the laws.
Proud lords and tyrants to depose we come,
And fave from flavery fubmiffive Rome.


He faid; a doubtful fullen murmuring found 635 Ran through the unrefolving vulgar round;


The feeds of piety their rage restrain’d,
And fomewhat of their country's love remain'd;
These the rude paffions of their foul withstood,
Elate to conqueft, and inur'd to blood:
But foon the momentary virtue fail'd,
And war and dread of Cæfar's frown prevail'd.
Straight Lelius from amidst the rest stood forth,
An old centurion of distinguish'd worth;
The oaken wreath his hardy temples wore,
Mark of a citizen preferv'd he bore.

If against thee (he cry'd) I may exclaim,
Thou greateft leader of the Roman name;
If truth for injur'd honour may be bold,



What lingering patience does thy arms withhold? 650
Canst thou diftruft our faith so often try`d,
In thy long wars not fhrinking from thy fide?
While in my veins this vital torrent flows,
This heaving breath within my bosom blows;
While yet these arms fufficient vigour yield
Todart the javelin, and to lift the fhield ;
While these remain, my general, wilt thou own
The vile dominion of the lazy gown?

Wilt thou the lordly fenate choose to bear,
Rather than conquer in a civil war ?

With thee the Scythian wilds we 'll-wander o'er,
With thee the burning Libyan fands explore,
And tread the Syrt's inhofpitable shore.
Behold! this hand, to nobler labours train,d,
For thee the fervile par has not difdain'd,



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For thee the fwelling feas were taught to plow,

Through the Rhine's whirling stream to force thy prow,
That all the vanquish'd world to thee might bow.
Each faculty, each power, thy will obey,
And inclination ever leads the way.

No friend, no fellow-citizen I know,

Whom Cæfar's trumpet once proclaims a foe.
By the long labours of thy fword, I swear,

all thy fame acquir'd in ten years war,
By thy past triumphs, and by those to come,
(No matter where the vanquish'd be, nor whom)
Bid me to strike my dearest brother dead,
To bring my aged father's hoary head,
Or ftab the pregnant partner of my bed;




Though nature plead, and stop my trembling hand, 680 I fwear to execute thy dread command.

Doft thou delight to fpoil the wealthy gods,

And scatter flames through all their proud abodes?
See through thy camp our ready torches burn,
Moneta foon her finking fane fhall mourn.
Wilt thou yon haughty factious fenate brave,
And awe the Tufcan river's yellow wave?
On Tiber's bank thy enfigns fhall be plac'd,
And thy bold foldier lay Hefperia waste.
Doft thou devote fome hoftile city's walls?
Beneath our thundering rams the ruin falls;



She falls, ev'n though thy wrathful sentence doom

The world's imperial miftrefs, mighty Rome...
He said; the ready legions vow to join
Their chief belov'd, in every bold defign;



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And rend with peals of loud applause the sky
Such is the found when Thracian Boreas fpreadsavtomo
His weighty wing o'er Offa's piney heads: sy back
At once the noify groves are all inclin'd, arancine! 700
And, bending, roar beneath the sweeping wind;
At once their rattling branches all they rear, so wo
And drive the leafy clamour through the air, 201

Cæfar with joy the ready bands beheld, as an
Urg'd-on by fate, and eager for the field you 705
Swift orders ftraight the fcatter'd warriors call, w cd.
From every part of wide-extended Gaul;lagmoo Ji 20
And, left his fortune languish by delay, mor troiboda
To Rome the moving enfigns fpeed their way.


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Plac'd on those heights the Lingones to aweng hmộ The Lingones ftill frequent in alarms,

And rich in many-colour'd painted arms. dores 0715 Others from Ifara's low torrent came,

Who winding keeps through many a mead his name;
But feeks the fea with waters not his own,

Loft and confounded in the nobler Rhone.A
Their garrifon the Ruthen city fend,


Whofe youth's long locks in yellow rings depend.
No more the Varus and the Atax feel

The lordly burden of the Latian keel.

Alcides' fane the troops commanded leave, SA Where winding rocks the peaceful flood receive; 725

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Nor Corus there, nor Zephyrus resort,
Nor roll rude furges in the Sacred Port;
Circius' loud blaft alone is heard to roar,
And vex the fafety of Monoechus' fhore.
The legions move from Gallia's fartheft fide,
Wafh'd by the restlefs ocean's various tide;
Now o'er the land flows in the pouring main,
Now rears the land its rifing head again,
And feas and earth alternate rule maintain.
If driven by winds from the far diftant pole,
This way and that, the floods revolving roll;
Or if, compell'd by Cynthia's filver beam,
Obedient Tethys heaves the fwelling stream;
* Or if, by heat attracted to the sky,

Old ocean lifts his heavy waves on high,
And briny deeps the wafting fun fupply;
What cause foe'er the wondrous motion guide,
And prefs the ebb, or raise the flowing tide;
Be that your talk, ye fages, to explore,




Who fearch the fecret fprings of nature's power: 745 To me, for fo the wifer gods ordain,

Untrac'd the mystery shall still remain.

From fair Nemoffus moves a warlike band,

From Atur's banks, and the Tarbellian ftrand,ms Where winding round the coaft purfues its way, 750 And folds the fea within a gentle bay.

The Santones are now with joy releast

From hostile inmates, and their Roman guest,
Now the Bituriges forget their fears,
And Sueffons nimble with unwieldy spears:


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