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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Reproach.
See Upbraiding.
O void of all Resentment! whom no Wrongs
Can move, Ye ever stupid Tuscans! whence
This Panic? whence such Cowardice of Soul?
A Woman drives You straggling, and defeats
These Squadrons: Wherefore hold You in your Hands
Those Swords, and those unprofitable Darts?
But not to Venus, and nocturnal Wars
Are You such Recreants: nor so listless watch
The Bacchanalian Revels, when those Feasts
The crooked Pipe of Bacchus has proclaim'd,
(This is your Love, your Study, and Delight,)
Till the auspicious Augur's Voice declares
The sacred Rites begun, and Victims slain
Invite You, with their Fat, and pamper'd Flesh,
Into the deep Recesses of the Grove.—
Can move, Ye ever stupid Tuscans! whence
This Panic? whence such Cowardice of Soul?
A Woman drives You straggling, and defeats
These Squadrons: Wherefore hold You in your Hands
Those Swords, and those unprofitable Darts?
But not to Venus, and nocturnal Wars
Are You such Recreants: nor so listless watch
The Bacchanalian Revels, when those Feasts
The crooked Pipe of Bacchus has proclaim'd,
(This is your Love, your Study, and Delight,)
Till the auspicious Augur's Voice declares
The sacred Rites begun, and Victims slain
Invite You, with their Fat, and pamper'd Flesh,
Into the deep Recesses of the Grove.—
O Thou, the Head, and Source of all this Woe
To Latium! why so oft dost Thou expose
Our wretched Citizens to Toil and Death?
Forsooth, that Turnus may espouse a Queen,
We, viler Lives, a Rabble, uninterr'd,
And undeplor'd, must perish in the War.—
To Latium! why so oft dost Thou expose
Our wretched Citizens to Toil and Death?
Forsooth, that Turnus may espouse a Queen,
We, viler Lives, a Rabble, uninterr'd,
And undeplor'd, must perish in the War.—
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