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-High Cæsar ye (his war-worn braves

Safe housed at last in thorpe and town)

Asking to lay his labours down, Make welcome in Pierian caves.

-Kind ones! Ye give sweet counsel, love

Its givers. We know how He slew

The Titans, and their hideous crew, Hurling his thunder from above,

Who the dull earth, the windy sea,

The cities, and the realms of woe,

And gods above, and men below, Rules, and none other, righteously.

In truth Jove's terrors had been great;

So bold a front those warriors shewed

Those brethren, on his dark abode Striving to pile all. Pelion's weight.

But Mimas and Typhoëus were

As naught, and huge Porphyrion too,

And Rhæcus, and the arm that threw, Undaunted, tree-trunks through the air ;

With ringing shield when Pallas met

Their rush. Hot Vulcan too stood there,

And Juno sage, and he, who ne'er Eased from the bow his shoulder yet;

Who bathes in pure Castalian dew

His locks; in Lycian bowers adored,

And his own woods -Apollo, lord . Of Delos and of Patara too.

- Brute force its own bulk foils. But force

By reason led, the gods make great

And greater; while the strong they hate, Whose brain revolves each evil course.

This Gyas, hundred-armed, could tell;

And that Orion, who with wild

Violence assailed the Undefiled, And by Diana's arrows fell.

-Earth, grieved, her monster brood entombed :

Mourns them, by Jove's bolts hurled to hell.

Still living fires 'neath Ætna dwell, Yet Ætna still is unconsumed :

O'er wanton Tityus' heart the bird,

That miscreant's gaoler, still doth hover;

And still Pirithöus, lawless lover, Do thrice a hundred fetters gird.

ODE 5.

JOVE we call King, whose bolts rive heaven:

Then a god's presence shall be felt

In Cæsar, with whose power the Celt And Parthian stout in vain have striven.

Could Crassus' men wed alien wives,

And greet, as sons-in-law, the foe?

In the foes' land oh Romans, oh
Lost honour !) end, in shame, their lives,

'Neath the Mede's sway? They, Marsians and

Apulians shields and rank and name

Forgot, and that undying flameAnd Jove still reign, and Rome still stand?

This thing wise Regulus could presage:

He brooked not base conditions ; he

Set not a precedent to be The ruin of a coming age :

“No," cried he, “let the captives die,

Spare not. I saw Rome's ensigns hung

In Punic shrines; with sabres, flung Down by Rome's sons ere blood shed. I

“Saw our free citizens with hands

Fast pinioned; and, through portals now

Flung wide, our soldiers troop to plough, As once they trooped to waste, the lands.

“ Bought by our gold, our men will fight

But keener.' What? To shame would you

Add loss? As wool, its natural hue Once gone, may not be painted white;

“True Valour, from her seat once thrust,

Is not replaced by meaner wares.

Do stags, delivered from the snares, Fight? Then shall he fight, who did trust

“ His life to foes who spoke a lie:

And his sword shatter Carthage yet,

Around whose arms the cords have met, A sluggard soul, that feared to die !

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