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Impatient he provokes the fatal day,
Ordain’d to give Rome's liberties away,
And leave the world the greedy victor's prey.
Eager, that last, great chance of war he waits,
Where either's fall determines both their fates.
Thrice, on the hills, all drawn in dread array, is
His threatening eagles wide their wings display;
Thrice, but in vain, his hostile arins he few'd,
His ready rage, and thirst of Latian blood.
But when he saw, how cautious Pompey's care,
Safe in his camp, declin’d the proffer'd war ;

Through woody paths he bent his secret way,
And meant to make Dyrrhachium's towers his prey.
This Pompey saw; and swiftly shot before,
With speedy marches on the sandy shore :
Till on Taulantian Petra's top he stay'd,

25 Sheltering the city with his timely aid. This place, nor walls, nor trenches deep can boast, The works of labour, and expensive cost. Vain prodigality! and labour vain ! Loft is the layish'd wealth, and lost the fruitless pain! 30 What walls, what towers foe'er they rear sublime, Must yield to wars, or more destructive time; While fences like Dyrrhachium's fortress made, Where nature's hand the sure foundation laid, And with her strength the naked town array'd, Shall stand secure against the warrior's rage,, Nor fear the ruinous decays of age. Guarded, around, by steepy rocks it lies, And all access from land, but one, denies.





No venturous vessel there in safety rides,
But foaming surges break, and swelling tides
Roll roaring on, and wash the craiggy fides :
Or when contentious winds more rudely blow,
Then mounting o'er the topmast cliff they flow,
Burst on the lofty domes, and dash the town below.

Here Cæsar's daring heart vast hopes conceives, 46
And high with war's vindi&tive pleasures heaves ;
Much he revolves within his thoughtful mind,
How, in this camp, the foe may be confin’d,
With ample lines from hill to bill design’d.
Secret and swift he means the talk to try,

SI And runs each distance over with his

eye. Vaft heaps of fod and verdant turf are brought, And stones in deep laborious quarries wrought; Each Grecian dwelling round the work supplies, 55 And sudden ramparts from their ruins rise. With wondrous strength the stable mound they rear, Such as th' impetuous ram can never fear, Nor hostile might o'erturn, nor forceful engine tear. Through hills, resistless, Cæsar plains his way, 60 And makes the rough unequal rocks obey. Here deep, beneath, the gaping trenches lie, There forts advance their airy turrets high. Around vast tracts of land the labours wind, Wide fields and forests in the circle bind, And hold as in a toil the favage kind. Nor ev’n the foe too strictly pent remains, At large he forages upon the plains; The vast inclosure gives free leave around, Oft to decamp, and shift the various ground. 70



Here, from far fountains, streams their channels trace,
And, while they wander through the tedious space,
Run many a mile their long extended race :
While some, quite worn and weary of the way,
Sink, and are loft before they reach the sea :

Ey'n Cæsar's self, when through the works he goes,
Tires in the midst, and stops to take repose.
Let fame no more record the walls of Troy,
Which gods alone could build, and gods destroy;
Nor let the Parthian wonder, to have seen

80 The labours of the Babylonian queen: Behold this large, this spacious tract of ground! Like that, which Tigris or Orontes bound; Behold this land! that majesty might bring, And form a kingdom for an eastern king; Behold a Latian chief this land inclose,

2 Amidst the tumult of impending foes : He bade the walls arise, and as he bade they rose. But ah! vain pride of power! ah ! fruitless boasti Ev’n these, these mighty labours are all lost! A force like this what barriers could withstand ? Seas must have fled, and yielded to the land; The lovers shores united right have stood, Spite of the Hellespont's opposing flood; While the Ægean and Ionian tide, Might meeting o'er the vanquish d Isthmus ride, And Argive realms from Corinth's walls divide ; This power inight change unwilling nature's face, Unfix each order, and remove each place.




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Here, as if clos'd within a lift, the war
Does all its valiant combatants prepare ;
Here ardent glows the blood, which fate ordains
To dye the Libyan and Emathian plains ;
Here the whole rage of civil discord join'd,
Struggles for room, and scorns to be confin'd.

Nor yet, while Cæsar his first labours try'd,
The warlike toil by Pompey was descry.d.
So, in mid Sicily's delightful plain,
Safe from the horrid sound, the happy swain
Dreads not loud Scylla barking o'er the main.
So, northern Britons never hear the roar
Of seas, that break on the far Cantian shore,
Soon as the rising ramparts hostile height,
And towers advancing, struck his anxious fight,
Sudden from Petra's fafer camp he led,

1152 And wide his legions on the hills dispread; So, Cæsar, forc'd his numbers to extend, More feebly might each various strength defend. His

camp far o'er the large inclosure reach'd, And guarded lines along the front were stretch'd; 120. Far. as Rome's distance from Aricia's groves, (Aricia which the chaste Diana loves) Far as from Rome old Tiber seeks the sea, Did he not wander in his winding way.

124 While yet no signals for the fight prepare, Unbidden, fome the javelin dart from far, And, skirmishing, provoke the lingering war. But deeper cares the thoughtful chiefs distress, And move, the soldiers ardour to repress.




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Pompey, with secret anxious thought, beheld, 130
How trampling hoofs the rising grass repellid;
Waste lie the russet fields, the generous steed
Seeks on the naked foil, in vain, to feed :
Loathing from racks of husky straw he turns,
And, pining, for the verdant pasture mourns. 135
No more his limbs their. dying load sustain,
Aiming a stride, he falters in the strain,
And sinks a ruin on the withering plain :
Dire maladies upon his vitals prey,
Diffolve his frame, and melt the mass away.

Thence deadly plagues invade the lazy air,
Reek to the clouds, and hang malignant there.
From Nefis fuch, the Stygian vapours rise,
And with contagion taint the purer

skies Such do Typhous' steamy caves convey,

145 And breathe blue poisons on the golden day. Thence liquid streams the mingling plague receive, And deadly potions to the thirity give : To man the mischief spreads, the fell disease In fatal draughts does on his entrails seize. Igo A rugged fcurf, all loathsom to be seen, Spreads, like a bark, upon his filken skin; Malignant flames his swelling eye-balls dart, And seem with anguish from their seats to start; Fires o'er his glowing cheeks and visage fray, 155,And mark, in crimson streaks, their burning way; Low droops his head, declining from its height, And nods, and totters with the fatal weight. With winged haste the swift destruction files, And scarce the soldier sickens ere he dics;

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