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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Bulls Fighting.
—With mighty Force
Two Bulls in Battle join: repeated Wounds
Mutual inflict: Black Gore their Bodies laves:
Their Horns against each other struggling push
Direct: They roar aloud: The Woods, and huge
Olympus' Top reverberate the Noise.
Nor after this can both together feed:
The Vanquish'd quits the Field, and exil'd seeks
Some unknown distant Coast, his dire Disgrace
Much mourning, and the haughty Victor's Wounds,
And his lost Loves, which unreveng'd he leaves:
And looking back, with oft retorted Eye,
From his hereditary Realm retires.—
Two Bulls in Battle join: repeated Wounds
Mutual inflict: Black Gore their Bodies laves:
Their Horns against each other struggling push
Direct: They roar aloud: The Woods, and huge
Olympus' Top reverberate the Noise.
Nor after this can both together feed:
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Some unknown distant Coast, his dire Disgrace
Much mourning, and the haughty Victor's Wounds,
And his lost Loves, which unreveng'd he leaves:
And looking back, with oft retorted Eye,
From his hereditary Realm retires.—
As when two mighty Bulls, with hostile Force,
And pushing Horns, in dreadful Battle join,
The trembling Keepers, and the Herd aloof
Stand mute with Fear: the Heifers faintly lowe,
Doubtful to which the Empire of the Wood
Must fall, which Lord the Pastures must obey.
They with prodigious Strength alternate Wounds
Inflict: with clatt'ring Horns each other gore,
And with large Blood their Necks and Dewlaps lave:
The Wood all round rebellows to the Noise.—
And pushing Horns, in dreadful Battle join,
The trembling Keepers, and the Herd aloof
Stand mute with Fear: the Heifers faintly lowe,
Doubtful to which the Empire of the Wood
Must fall, which Lord the Pastures must obey.
They with prodigious Strength alternate Wounds
Inflict: with clatt'ring Horns each other gore,
And with large Blood their Necks and Dewlaps lave:
The Wood all round rebellows to the Noise.—
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