Claudian, volume 2 (of 2): With an English translation by Maurice PlatnauerClaudianus, Claudius
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Claudian, volume 2 (of 2): With an English translation by Maurice Platnauer
Claudianus, Claudius
Claudianus, Claudius -- Translations into English
Harpyiasque truces insopitisque refusum
tractibus aurati custodem velleris anguem
et iuga taurorum rapidis ambusta favillis
et virides galeis sulcos fetasque novales 25
Martis et in segetem crescentis semina belli:
nil veris aequale dabunt. prohibere rapaces
scilicet Harpyias unaque excludere mensa
nobilior titulus, quam tot potuisse paratas
in Latii praedam Geticas avertere fauces? 30
anne ego terrigenas potius mirabor in ipsis
procubuisse satis, vitae quibus attulit idem
principium finemque dies, quam caesa Getarum
agmina, quos tantis aluit Bellona tropaeis
totaque sub galeis Mavortia canuit aetas? 35
Per te namque unum mediis exuta tenebris
imperio sua forma redit, claustrisque solutae
tristibus exangues audent procedere leges.
iamque potestates priscus discriminat ordo
iustitiae, quas ante pares effecerat una 40
nube timor. tua nos urgenti dextera leto
eripuit, tectisque suis redduntur et agris
damnati fato populi, virtute renati.
iam non in pecorum morem formidine clausi
prospicimus saevos campis ardentibus ignes 45
alta nec incertis metimur flumina votis
excidio latura moram nec poscimus amnes
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young, though they tell of fierce Harpies, of the dragon whose
unsleeping length lay curled in protecting folds about the golden
fleece, of yoked bulls afire with flickering flames, of a springing
crop of helmets, a field from out whose furrows grew a Martian race,
of seeds of war whose increase yielded a harvest, too, of war, yet do
these fictions fall short of the truth. Is it a nobler title to fame to
have driven off the greedy Harpies and banished them from the table of
a single man than to have had the strength to beat back those countless
Getic maws that thirsted for the spoil of Latium? Am I to look with
more admiration upon those earth-born warriors struck down in the very
furrows from which they sprang, born and dying in a single day, than
upon the slaughtered ranks of Getae whom the goddess of war reared on
so many spoils and whose martial life came to grey hairs, passed ever
beneath helmets?
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