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ODE VII. To the Roman People.
Say, ye vile Race, what Frenzy drawsYour daring Faulchions in Sedition's Cause?
Has not enough of Roman Blood
Been pour'd on every Land and every Flood?
Nor fight we now to quell the Powers
Of Carthage, and destroy her rival Towers,
Nor that the Briton, who remains
Unconquer'd, through the Sacred Way in Chains
Be led; but, to the Parthians Joy,
Against ourselves our frantic Arms employ.
Tygers more gently are inclin'd;
They prey on other Brutes, but spare their Kind.
Does Rage, or some avenging Star,
Or your own Crimes, provoke so dire a War?
Lo! mute they stand, and wildly gaze;
The downcast Eye the conscious Heart betrays!
'Tis so; the Gods with righteous Doom
For Remus' Death pursue unhappy Rome;
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Of Blood, by Romulus unjustly spilt.
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