CVI. "Beyond the planets his dominions lie,
Beyond the solar circuit of the year,
Where Atlas bears the starry-spangled sky.
E'en now the realms of Caspia shuddering hear
His coming, made by oracles too clear.
E'en now Mæotia trembles at his tread,
And Nile's seven mouths are troubled, as in fear
She shrinks reluctant to the deep, such dread		946
Hath seized the wondering world, so far his fame hath spread.
CVII. "So much of earth not Hercules of yore
O'erpassed, though he the brass-hoofed hind laid low,
And forth from Erymanthus drove the boar,
And startled Lerna's forest with his bow;
Nor he, the Wine-God, who in conquering show,
With vine-wreathed reins, and tigers to his car,
Rides down from Nysa to the plains below.
And doubt we then to celebrate so far		955
Our prowess, and shall fear Ausonian fields debar?

CVIII. "But see, who, crowned with olive wreath, doth bring
The sacred vessels? By his long, grey hair
And grizzled beard I know [the Roman King,]
Whom Fate from lowly Cures calls to bear
The mighty burden of an empire's care,
In peace the fabric of our laws to frame.
Now, [Tullus] comes, new triumphs to prepare,
And wake the folk to arm from idlesse fame,		964
And [Ancus] courts e'en now the popular acclaim.

CIX. "Would'st thou behold the Tarquins? Yonder stands
Great [Brutus,] the Avenger, proud to tear
The people's fasces from the tyrant's hands.
First Consul, he the dreaded axe shall bear,
The patriot-father, who for freedom fair
Shall call his own rebellious sons to bleed.
O noble soul, but hapless! Howso'er
Succeeding ages shall record the deed.		973
'Tis country's love prevails, and glory's quenchless greed.

CX. "Lo, there [the Drusi and the Decii] stand,
And stern [Torquatus] with his axe, and lo!
[Camilius] brings in triumph to his land
The Roman standards, rescued from the foe.
See, too, yon pair, well-matched in equal show
Of radiant arms, and, while obscured in night,
Firm knit in friendly fellowship; but oh!
How dire the feud, what hosts shall arm for fight,		982
What streams of carnage flow, if e'er they reach the light!

CXI. "Here from Monoecus and the Alps descends
[The father;] there, with Easterns in array,
[The daughter's husband.] O my sons! be friends;
Cease from the strife; forbear the unnatural fray,
Nor turn Rome's prowess to her own decay;
And thou, the foremost of our blood, be first
To fling the arms of civic strife away,
And cease for lawless victories to thirst,		991
Thou of Olympian birth, and sheath the sword, accurst.