Shall at old doting Numa's laws repine, 595 Who could to fuch bleak wilds his Latine rites affign. 600 } 605 Be ras'd at once from every Roman thought. X 2 610 615 620 Still Still every year with new fuccefs was crown'd, One day shakes off the vanquish'd Indians chain, To fnowy mountains, and to frozen skies; While Rome, who long pursued that chiefest good, 625 635 640 Why were we ever free? Oh why has heaven 645 Of thee, first Brutus, juftly we complain! Why didst thou break thy groaning country's chain, Why did thy patriot hand on Rome bestow 650 In fervitude more happy had we been, Since Romulus first wall'd his refuge in, Ev'n fince the twice fix vulturs bad him build, To this curst period of Pharfalia's field. 655 Medes and Arabians of the flavish Eaft Beneath eternal bondage may be blest ; While, of a differing mold and nature, we, Feel indignation rising in our blood, 660 And blush to wear the chains that make them proud. Can there be gods, who rule yon azure sky? Can they behold Emathia from on high, forbear to bid their lightnings fly? And yet Is it the business of a thundering Jove, } 665 To rive the rocks, and blaft the guiltlefs grove? X 3 674 680 Now } 69° 695 Now either hoft the middle plain had pass'd, And front to front in threatening ranks were plac'd; Then every well known feature stood to view, Brothers their brothers, fons their fathers knew. 685 Then first they feel the curfe of civil hate, Mark where their mischiefs are affign'd by fate, And fee from whom themselves deftruction wait. Stupid awhile, and at a gaze, they stood, While creeping horror froze the lazy blood : Some small remains of piety withstand, And ftop the javelin in the lifted hand; Remorfe for one fhort moment ftep'd between, And motionlefs, as ftatues, all were seen. And oh what favage fury could engage, While lingering Cæfar yet fufpends his rage? For him, ye gods! for Craftinus, whose spear With impious eagernefs began the war, Some more than common punishment prepare ; Beyond the grave long lasting plagues ordain, Surviving fenfe, and never-ceafing pain. Straight, at the fatal fignal, all around A thousand fifes, a thousand clarions, found; Beyond where clouds, or glancing lightnings fly, The piercing clangors ftrike the vaulted sky. The joining battles fhout, and the loud peal Bounds from the hill, and thunders down the vale ; Old Pelion's caves the doubling roar return, And Oeta's rocks and groaning Pindus mourn; From pole to pole the tumult fpreads afar, And the world trembles at the diftant war. } 700 705 710 Now Now fit the thrilling darts through liquid air, But random fhafts too fcanty death afford, 715 A civil war is bufinefs for the fword: Where face to face the parricides may meet, 720 Know whom they kill, and make the crime complete. Firm in the front, with joining bucklers clos'd, Stood the Pompeian infantry difpos'd; So crouded was the space, it scarce affords The power to tofs their piles, or yield their swords. 725 Or plaited mail devoted bofoms guards; Through fhields, through mail, the wounding weapons go, And to the heart drive home each deadly blow; Which those wage proudly, and these tamely bear! 730 Thofe, by hot blood, and smoking slaughter warm'd. 735 But yields, o'er-master'd by a power too strong, X 4 } 740 Wheeling |