The Works of the English Poets: Rowe's LucanH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... with pity , Cæfar , see , Thefe withering arms , these hairs grown white for thee . In painful wars our joyless days have past , Let weary age lie down on peace at last : Give us , on beds , our dying limbs to Give 216 ROWE'S POEM S.
... with pity , Cæfar , see , Thefe withering arms , these hairs grown white for thee . In painful wars our joyless days have past , Let weary age lie down on peace at last : Give us , on beds , our dying limbs to Give 216 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... 750 Where gods and godlike princes choose their feat ; See in what peace the poor Amyclas lies , Nor ftarts , though Cæfar's call commands to rife . What What terrors had you felt , that call to hear 228 ROWE'S POEM S.
... 750 Where gods and godlike princes choose their feat ; See in what peace the poor Amyclas lies , Nor ftarts , though Cæfar's call commands to rife . What What terrors had you felt , that call to hear 228 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... See what new paffions now the hero knows , Now first he doubts fuccefs , and fears his foes Rome and the world he hazards in the strife , And gives up all to fortune , but his wife . Oft he prepares to speak , but knows not how , Knows ...
... See what new paffions now the hero knows , Now first he doubts fuccefs , and fears his foes Rome and the world he hazards in the strife , And gives up all to fortune , but his wife . Oft he prepares to speak , but knows not how , Knows ...
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... see thee move thus languishing and flow ? Where are those fires that warm'd thee to be great ? That ftable foul , and confidence in Fate ? Canft thou the gods ungratefully mistrust ? Or think the fenate's facred cause unjust ? 110 119 ...
... see thee move thus languishing and flow ? Where are those fires that warm'd thee to be great ? That ftable foul , and confidence in Fate ? Canft thou the gods ungratefully mistrust ? Or think the fenate's facred cause unjust ? 110 119 ...
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... See what a profperous face our fortunes , bear ! Why should we truft them to the chance of war ? Why muft we risk the world's uncertain doom , And rather choose to fight , than overcome ? Thou Goddess Chance ! who to my careful hand ...
... See what a profperous face our fortunes , bear ! Why should we truft them to the chance of war ? Why muft we risk the world's uncertain doom , And rather choose to fight , than overcome ? Thou Goddess Chance ! who to my careful hand ...
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Ægypt Ægyptian arms behold beneath blood breaſt burning Cæfar caufe cauſe chief coaft command croud Dæmon daring death diftant dreadful earth eaſe Emathia's ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fame fands fatal fate fcorn fear feas fecret fecure feek feem ferpents fhade fhall fhore fide fierce fight firft firſt fix'd flain flame flaves flies flood foldier fome foon fortune foul ftand ftill ftream fuccefs fuch fudden fupplies fwelling fword gods hand head heaven Jove juſt labours laft land laſt Latian loft Mede Meroë mighty mournful numbers o'er pain Parthian Pharfalia's Pharian PHARSALIA plain poifon Pompey Pompey's Pothinus proud Ptolemy rage reft rife riſe Roman Rome Rome's Scythian ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſword Syrts Tanaïs taſk thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand vanquiſh'd victor waſte Where-e'er whofe winds wound yield
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