Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Inhumanity.
See Cruelty.
When on a sudden, rising with a Storm,
Boistrous Orion drove Us on the Flats,
And hidden Shelves: and with capricious Winds
Scatter'd Us o'er the Waves, the foamy Deep,
And Rocks unpassable: We few escap'd
From Shipwreck to your Coast,— What Race of Men
Is This? What barb'rous Country, that permits
Such Customs? From the Refuge of the Strand
They drive us, offer War, and beat us back
From the first Shore.—
Boistrous Orion drove Us on the Flats,
And hidden Shelves: and with capricious Winds
Scatter'd Us o'er the Waves, the foamy Deep,
And Rocks unpassable: We few escap'd
From Shipwreck to your Coast,— What Race of Men
Is This? What barb'rous Country, that permits
Such Customs? From the Refuge of the Strand
They drive us, offer War, and beat us back
From the first Shore.—
—By Degrees
I swam to Land: and now had safe arriv'd:
Had not the cruel Nation, as I catch'd
With grasping Hands the Mountain's rugged Sides,
Clogg'd in my brine-drench'd Garments, with the Sword
Invaded me, and ignorant suppos'd
They gain'd a Prize.—
I swam to Land: and now had safe arriv'd:
Had not the cruel Nation, as I catch'd
With grasping Hands the Mountain's rugged Sides,
Clogg'd in my brine-drench'd Garments, with the Sword
Invaded me, and ignorant suppos'd
They gain'd a Prize.—
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