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Who check'd his conquests, and denied his triumphs. Why will not Ca'to be this Cæsar's friend? |
Cato. Those very reasons thou hast urg'd', forbid it.
Dec. Cato, I have orders to expostulate, And rea'son with you, as from friend to friend, ; 1 Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head, And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it ; ! Still may you stand high in your country's honors, - 1 Do but comply, I and make your peace with Cæsar, / Rome will rejoice', I and cast its eyes on Cato, | As on the second of mankind. Cato.
No more' | I must not think of life on such conditions.
Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life. Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, | And name your terms. I Cato.
Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to lib'erty, 1 Submit his actions to the public censure, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. ! Let him do this', and Cato is his friend.
Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wis'dom-
Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror.
man. Dec. What is a Roman that is Cæsar's foe? Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to virtue.
Dec. Consider, Cato, you 're in U'tica, |
Cato. Let him consider that, I who drives us hither. "T is Cæsar's sword' has made Rome's senate little,
And thinn'd its ranks. | Alas! thy dazzled eye
Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, i For all his generous cares, and proffer'd friendship ? |
Cato. His cares for me, are insolent, and vain. Presumptuous man! the gods' take care of Cato. Would Cæsar show the greatness of his soul, I Let him employ his care for these my friends'; / And make good use of his ill-gotten power, 1 . By shelt'ring men much better than himself.
Dec. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget You are a man. | You rush on your destruction. But I have done. | When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy, | All Rome, will be in tears. I
Cato, we thank thee., The mighty genius of immortal Rome', / Speaks in thy voice: i thy soul breathes lib'erty. Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st, I And shudder in the midst of all his conquests. I
Luc. The senate owes its gratitude to Cato Who, with so great a soul, 'consults its safety, And guards our lives, i while he neglects his own.
Semp. Sempronius gives no thanks on this account. . Lucius seems fond of life'; / but what is life? | "T is not to stalk about, I and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun : 'Tis to be free'. | When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. O could my dying hand | but lodge a sword
In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country, 1
Semp. This sober conduct | is a mighty virtue
Cato. Come – no more', Sempronius,
Semp. Cato, my resentments
Cato. Fathers, 't is time you come to a resolve.
Luc. Cato, we all go into your' opinion - 1 Cæsar's behavior has convinc'd the senate We ought to hold it out till terms arrive.
Semp. We ought to hold it out till death - but, Cato, My privale voice is drown'd amidst the senate's.
Cato. Then let us rise', my friends', I and strive to fill This little interval, i this pause of life, I While yet our liberty, and fates are doubtful, 1 With resolution, I friendship, i Roman bra'very, And all the virtues we can crowd in to it, That heaven may say it ought to be prolong'd. | Fathers, farewell. - | The young Numidian prince Comes forward, I and expects to know our counsels.
(W. C. BRYANT.)
• Thanatopsis (Greek), from thanatos, death, and opsis, sight -. a view of death.
And eloquence of beauty ; ! and she glides
Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun | shall see no more In all his course ; , nor yet in the cold ground', ! Where thy pale form was laid with many tears., Nor in the embrace of o'cean, shall exist Thy image. | Earth that nourish'd thee, shall claim Thy growth / to be resolv'd to earth again. ; And, lost each human trace, I surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, — To be a brother to the insensible rock', 1 And to the sluggish clod', which the rude swain | Turns with his share, and treads upon. | The oak Shall send his roots abroad, , and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting-place, Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish'! Couch more magnificent. | Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, - , with kings', ! The powerful of the earth – the wise', / the good', 1 Fair forms., i and hoary seers' of ages past', / All in one mighty sepulchre. |
· Sad images; not sad-dim'a-ges. Stern agony; not stern-nag go-r*
The hills, Ruck-ribb'd, and ancient as the sun'; | the vales', Stretching in pensive quietness between ; || The venerable woods'; , rivers that move In ma jesty, , and the " complaining brooks' | That make the meadows green ; and, pour'd round all, Old ocean's grey, and melancholy waste', , Are but the solemn decorations all., 1 Of the great tomb of man. I
The golden sun, I The planets, all the infinite host of heav'n, Ī Are shining on the sad, abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. | All that tread The globe, , are but a hand ful" i to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. | Take the wings Of morn'ing, I and the Barcan dessert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods | Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ;' And mill'ions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, I have laid them down In their last sleep. - the dead reign' there, alone. I So shalt thou'rest - and what if thou shalt fall, Unno'ticed by the living ; ! and no friend Take note of thy departure? | All that breathe Will share thy destiny. | The gay will laugh When thou art gone ; | the solemn brood of care Plod on', I and each one, as before, I will chase His favorite phantom — yet all these shall leave Their mirth, and their employments, and shall come. And make their bed with thee. i
As the long train Of ages glides away, the sons of men', 1 The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years', ma tron and maid, I Sad abodes; not sad'der-bodes. Bu, a handful; not butter handful