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Threatening, aloft his flaming blade he shook,
And through the throng his course resistless took :
Hands, arms, and helmed heads before him fly, 820
While mingling screams and groans ascend the sky.
So winds, imprison’d, force their furious way,
Tear up the earth, and drive the foamy sea.
Just on the margin of the mound he stay'd,
And for a monient, thence, the flood survey'd :
Fortune divine ! be present now, he cry'd ;
And plung’d, undaunted, in the foamy tide.
Th' obedient deep, at fortune's high command,
Receiv'd the mighty master of the land

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Her servile waves officious Tethys spread,
To raise with proud fupport 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

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His ample Tyrian robe's imperial train;
Th’incumber'd folds the curling surface sweep,
Come flow 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 bloodless in the waves,
While he their idle wrath securely braves.

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So when some mighty serpent of the main
Rolls his huge length athwart the liquid plain,
Whether he range voracious for the prey,
Or to the sunny shore directs his way,
Him if by chance the fishers view from far,
With flying darts they wage a distant war :
But the fell monster, unappallid with dread,
Above the seas exerts his poisonous head; 855
He rears his livid crest and kindling eyes,
And, terrible, the feeble foe defies;
His swelling breast a foamy path divides,
And, careless, o'er the murmuring flood he glides.

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The devious paths where wanton fancy leads,
In heaven's high court, would feign the queen of love,
Kneeling in tears before the throne of Jove,
Imploring, fad, th' almighty father's grace,
For the dear offspring of her Julian race.

865 While to the just recording Romans eyes, Far other forms, and other gods arise ; The guardian furies round him rear their heads, And Nemesis the shield of safety spreads; Justice and fate the floating chief convey,

870 And Rome's glad genius wafts him on his way ; Freedom and laws the Pharian darts withstand, And save him for avenging Brutus' hand. His friends, unknowing what the gods decree, With joy receive him from the swelling fea ; In peals on peals their shouts triumphant rise, Roll o'er the distant flood, and thunder to the skies.

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CE, containing some Account of Lucan,

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LUCAN’S PHARSALIA, Book I. 41

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IV. 159

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VII. 287
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X. 432

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THE END OF ROWE'S LUCAN.

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