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Threatening, aloft his flaming blade he shook,
830 To raise with proud support his awful head. And, for he scorn'd th' inglorious race of Nile Should pride themselves in aught of Cæsar's spoil, In his left hand, above the water's power, Papers and scrolls of high import he bore ; Where his own labours faithfully record The battles of ambition's ruthless sword: Safe in his right, the deadly steel he held, And plow'd, with many a stroke, the liquid field; While his fix'd teeth tenaciously retain His ample Tyrian robe's imperial train; Th’incumber'd folds the curling surface sweep, Come slow behind, and drag along the deep. From the high mole, from every Pharian prow, A thousand hands a thousand javelins throw; The thrilling points dip bloodiess in the waves, While he their idle wrath securely braves.
So when some mighty serpent of the main
Some looser Muse, perhaps, who lightly treads 860
CON TE N T s.
PREFACE, containing fome Account of Lucan,
THE END OF ROWE’S LUCAN.