Pharsalia - Book Ix: Cato Comments

This poem took me on a journey of poetic expedition. A masterpiece

Thus he spake, but found No comrade in his tears; nor did the host Give credit to his grief. Deep in their They hide their groans, and gaze with joyful front (O famous Freedom!) on the deed of blood: And dare to laugh when mighty Caesar wept........touching expression. Great work.

Plant of life, Ant in the wood, " Begging thee to grant thine ancient love to Caasar" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

She seeks the cabin, veiled, in funeral garb, In tears to find her solace, and to love Grief in her husband's room; no prayers were hers For life, as were the sailors'; nor their shout.. a really gret poem. tony

And when the flame arising marked the place Of that unhallowed rite, 'Fortune, didst thou Judge me unfit, ' she cried, 'to light the pyre To cast myself upon the hero dead, Great poem, really great. tony