BRUTUS AT PHILIPPI.
RRome,for whose haughtier sake proud Cæsar madeHis legions hers, to win her victories,Denied him when her gods let Casca’s bladePierce him who learned to make her legions his.Still he is mighty; with unchanging dreadHer people murmur for great Cæsar slain;Nor value, at the price of Cæsar dead,Their greater cause lost on Philippi’s plain.If haply there are fields, as some pretend,Beyond the silent Styx, where vaguely grimSouls of dead heroes, shadowy and dim,Awake,—I may find entrance at life’s end,Not as a hero who freed Rome from him,But as a man who once was Cæsar’s friend!
RRome,for whose haughtier sake proud Cæsar madeHis legions hers, to win her victories,Denied him when her gods let Casca’s bladePierce him who learned to make her legions his.Still he is mighty; with unchanging dreadHer people murmur for great Cæsar slain;Nor value, at the price of Cæsar dead,Their greater cause lost on Philippi’s plain.If haply there are fields, as some pretend,Beyond the silent Styx, where vaguely grimSouls of dead heroes, shadowy and dim,Awake,—I may find entrance at life’s end,Not as a hero who freed Rome from him,But as a man who once was Cæsar’s friend!
RRome,for whose haughtier sake proud Cæsar madeHis legions hers, to win her victories,Denied him when her gods let Casca’s bladePierce him who learned to make her legions his.Still he is mighty; with unchanging dreadHer people murmur for great Cæsar slain;Nor value, at the price of Cæsar dead,Their greater cause lost on Philippi’s plain.If haply there are fields, as some pretend,Beyond the silent Styx, where vaguely grimSouls of dead heroes, shadowy and dim,Awake,—I may find entrance at life’s end,Not as a hero who freed Rome from him,But as a man who once was Cæsar’s friend!
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Rome,for whose haughtier sake proud Cæsar made
His legions hers, to win her victories,
Denied him when her gods let Casca’s blade
Pierce him who learned to make her legions his.
Still he is mighty; with unchanging dread
Her people murmur for great Cæsar slain;
Nor value, at the price of Cæsar dead,
Their greater cause lost on Philippi’s plain.
If haply there are fields, as some pretend,
Beyond the silent Styx, where vaguely grim
Souls of dead heroes, shadowy and dim,
Awake,—I may find entrance at life’s end,
Not as a hero who freed Rome from him,
But as a man who once was Cæsar’s friend!