Read the full-text online edition of The Pharsalia of Lucan: Literally Translated into English Prose with Copious Notes (1853). that they forced on you such a mound of the dead, and so evil a destiny? Yet. Braund, Susanna M. (2008) Lucan: Civil War. The Style of Life, Robespierre the Incorruptible, Robespierre the Daemonic, Georg Simmel's Philosophy of Money: 1. What fault did we, their sons, their grandsons, commit that we deserved to be, born under tyranny? … flee this carnage, or desert these stinking fields? If with, such at stake, there is still room for Pompey, then, with my wife and sons, I would kneel at your feet in, supplication, if that were in accord with the majesty, of my command. to witness, Pompey, none who fight on die for you. The guilt. Caesar bested the storm alone in Book IV; now he is the storm. with crimson dew from those blood-stained feathers. Yet. And as their corpses rotted, dissolving limb from limb, stagnant air drew up the contagious, flowing plague into a foggy haze, the sort of vapor Nesis sends up, that Stygian mist from its steaming rocks, and as the caves of Typhon exhale a lethal madness. Though I die, I yet can hope that you, submerged, by savage conflict, will pay Pompey and myself. Lucan : the civil war books I-X (Pharsalia) by Lucan, 39-65; Duff, J. D. (James Duff), 1860-1940. Great! And yet, Pharsalia’s fatal dawn reversed your fate, and undid, the work of centuries. reigns, since it is blind chance drives the world along. Happy the Arabs, Medes, the lands of the East, whom, destiny granted endlessly to tyrants. Though we should empty the tombs of our ancestors, those that still stand and those split by ancient roots, whose urns are broken, those ploughs of Thessaly. Civil War was never finished: it breaks off in the middle of Book 10. One army suffers this civil war that a second one inflicts: swords hang idle there in Pompey’s ranks, while each. Lucan lived from 39-65 AD at a time of great turbulence in Rome. A. W. (ISBN: 9780906515044) from Amazon's Book Store. Perhaps, fearful of the future and the ending of prosperity, his, dreams took refuge in happier days; perhaps sleep, as often, presaged in her windings his dream’s opposite, foretold. Shall your father-in-law be an endless source of war for, humankind? Buy Now. Lucan (M. Annaeus Lucanus) was a poet during Nero's reign, and the poem is dedicated to him. Ours, the better cause, gives, hope of the gods’ favour: they will guide our spears, to Caesar’s heart, they wish to sanctify Rome’s laws, with his blood. and his destiny. This I beg, of you, my soldiers, let every fugitive pass as your, countryman, strike no man in the back. inferiority to your son-in-law, I go free, untroubled. This must be what the inside of Erictho’s mind is like; it must be what humanity strives to avoid confronting at every turn during brief lives. deadly field had been Caesar and seeking to rule Rome. No suppliant, gaze calmly on kings, gaze on the cities. Yet he did not delight, as the wretched so often do. The history that would have taken place had he won is not known, and so we are free to think that whatever happened would have been better than the outcome obtained with Caesar’s victory. I desire myself to return to private life, wear plebeian, dress, be a mere civilian: while you rule all I’ll refuse, nothing. in death, the rivers turbid with the flow of blood, and pity Caesar. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. What blade do I not recognise? and burning with desire for regal power, he had learned, in the short space of civil war, to loathe this slow-wrought. Caesar found him weltering in a pool of blood, taunting, him: ‘Domitius, my successor in Gaul, now you desert, Pompey’s cause; yet the war will go on without you.’, So he spoke, but the courage still beating in Domitius’. 321. The shades of dead countrymen stand beside them; each man has his own shape of terror to haunt him: one sees an old man’s face, another that of youth. Lucan The Civil War: Pharsalia Browse below; Download; Book I The Civil War begins Book II Pompey in retreat Book III Conflict in the Mediterranean Book IV Victory for Caesar in Spain Book V Caesar the dictator in Illyria Book VI Thessaly: Erichtho the witch Book VII Pharsalia: 'a whole world died' The sword alone could satisfy the civil war’s hatreds. is there, tents crammed with the treasure of the East. gathered, such hosts as never were summoned before. Here, Caesar, your fury was revealed, your madnesses, your crimes! exiled, scorned by Caesar, bringing shame on you, and I pray to escape that final misery, in my closing, years, and not learn, an old man, to bear the yoke.’. Proem (1–7). Despite an urgent plea from the Spirit of Rome to lay down his arms, Caesar crosses the Rubicon, rallies his troops and marches south to Rome, joined by Curio along the way. This, battle of Pharsalia was different than all other. This chapter looks at Lucan's historical epic, a representation of the civil wars of the Late Republic from a time decades into the imperial period, arguing that the perpetual conflict of Rome's civil wars becomes a kind of elemental force in Lucan's poem. guilty blade of Caesar’s grows hot. Contrariwise, Caesar grows to even more caricatured levels of evil, barking out frenzied orders like a movie villain Nazi, but with all the talent of Lucan’s charismatic rhetoric. To ease the reader into Lucan’s epic and offer orientation in the Bellum Civile I provide a brief summary of the epic’s plot. Pharsalia was the cause of all. Do Armenians care who holds the power in Rome? Plague, bearing air, pestilence, famine that maddens, cities, given to the flames, tremors levelling populous, townships, all these might be sated with the men. Happy your Rome, Pompey, if she had but, seen you even in dream! And I love connecting the portrayal of Caesar to this as well. showing the folly of entrusting civil conflict to barbarians. But you, his wife, and your beloved face, are a further, cause for flight, the fates decreeing that he shall, not die with his better part absent. triumph, after he had subdued those tribes the Ebro borders. and passed it onwards for Pelion’s caverns to repeat. Pindus growled, and the Pangaean rocks resounded, while Oeta’s cliffs bellowed, till all were terrified by. Those right hands guaranteed, that whatever this ninth, century from Rome’s foundation might reveal, it would, be emptied of swordsmen. counted nations of dead who had followed Pompey, while a place was prepared for his meal, from which. behind the standards, into attack, while the wings waited. Lucan's Civil War is a work from the time of Nero and is incomplete due to the authors death. Book Overview Lucan's epic poem on the civil war between Caesar and Pompey, unfinished at the time of his death, stands beside the poems of Virgil and Ovid in the first rank of Latin epic. The Haemus range’s echoing gorges took up the cry. pompeius magnus (conclusion) viii. Anatomizing Civil War: Studies in Lucan's Epic Technique. Forbid the noise of lamentation, curb the weeping, forgo the people’s tears and grief. Please, subscribe or login to access all content. This newly annotated, free verse translation conveys the full force of Lucan's writing and … to further the battle without delay, he stood appalled. And yet then, after this momentary apocalypse, things change drastically…. Lucan's epic poem on the civil war between Caesar and Pompey, unfinished at the time of his death, stands beside the poems of Virgil and Ovid in the first rank of Latin epic. grant you, Cratinus, whose spear-blow began the battle. If the war is waged on our behalf, we who asked. (Dante loved Lucan.) Drink the water, Caesar; breathe the air if you can. Lucan lived from 39-65 AD at a time of great turbulence in Rome. Conquered so often by Caesar, still he died here without loss of his liberty. a heavy reckoning.’ Before he could speak again. sleep bringing them flames and the serpents’ hiss. If all of them had been fathers-in-law of Magnus, all of them seeking to dominate their own city, and you set them down there in that fatal warfare, they still would not have stormed so headlong into battle. will ruin us, as in Pompey’s camp they begged for Pharsalia. (aka "The Civil War") by Lucan (Marcus Annaeus Lucanus) A.D. 39 - A.D. 65 BOOK I THE CROSSING OF THE RUBICON Wars worse than civil on Emathian (1) plains, And crime let loose we sing; how Rome's high race Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword; Armies akin embattled, with the force Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray; And burst asunder, to the common guilt, A kingdom's compact; … Arguably, each got the epic they deserved. Most of that, wretched throng were destined not to see the day out, yet, they crowded round their leaders’ tents, muttering; in heat. The fight which had raged at random over the whole field. As though to remind readers that it is not men making history here, Lucan set plague upon Pompey’s horses and men in Book VI, from the same Stygian sources as Erictho’s power: A bigger worry stops the chiefs from engaging their armies: Pompey now faced a land exhausted of grazing supplies; the cavalry trampled it under as hard hooves racing by pounded the budding plain. The work remains unfinished, due to the untimely death of its author. by exhausting in one battle the blood of all mankind! They shake their weapons, and can hardly wait for the signal. Here is raving insanity, here are all your crimes, Caesar. Chapter 6: Lucan’s Book 7: Wounds and Weapons 185 . were pierced by spears; those pinned to the ground; some fell on the enemy weapons, spouting blood. Lucan (M. Annaeus Lucanus) was a poet during Nero's reign, and the poem is dedicated to him. Attack these cowardly tribes and infamous kingdoms. He is truly brave who is prompt. He inspects their swords—which are dripping blood, which ones still shine, only the point is gory, what hand shakes as it grips its sword, who is lazy and who strains to thrust his weapons, who performs when ordered and who enjoys the fight, whose face betrays emotion when killing a fellow citizen. Would that Pharsalia’s plain might have been content, with the blood of foreigners, theirs the gore that stained. Classical Quarterly 44 (1994), 199–211. dead a pyre and forced Emathia on a guilty heaven. Our greater cause urges us to hope for favor from powers above. running with blood, and mighty mounds of corpses. savage blows as they run in fear of Pallas and her aegis, so wherever Caesar goes darkness of crime and slaughter, loom, groaning of great voices, heavy sounds of armour, falling, and the blows of steel against steel. Those whom the gods love die young. that sound of wild voices returned by Mother Earth. Victory demands but few to fight. and the harrows that till the fields strike still more. blare beat against his ear. Those who plied arms and waged war there were not men, drawn as auxiliaries from foreign armies; here men faced. In vain, poor man; if his father-in-law needs gaze upon that head. While aiming for a poem both as rugged as Lucan's—with its mix of history and fantasy, of high and low registers, of common and uncommon turns of phrase, of narrative and declamation—and as reader-friendly as possible, Brian Walters owns that he has "nowhere tried to simplify the rhetorical excesses that are the essence of Lucan's poem, the real meat and bone of the Civil War." How, dark Enipeus will flow with Roman blood. the breast is protected by the armour, even to the vitals. Lucan, a first century Roman poet, wrote a long epic (though unfinished) called Pharsalia, chronicling the civil war between the General Pompey the Great and Julius Caesar. It is as though, once he is known to be the loser and once he embraces his fate as the loser in history, it is safe for him to become idealized and made into a brave hero, because he lost. view, the plain his eyes gazed on shrouded by corpses. Chapter; Aa; Aa; Get access. the legend, an augur, in the Euganean hills, that day, sitting by the Aponus spring that smokes as it issues, from the ground, where Antenor’s Timavus river splits, into channels, cried out: ‘The great day dawns, the final, battle is waged; the armies of Caesar and Pompey meet, in impious war.’ Perhaps he heard the thunder and saw, Jove’s omen, the lightning bolt; perhaps he witnessed. Lucan, Cicero’s Correspondence, and Pharsalia 7.68-123 In writing a historical epic about Julius Caesar’s civil war, the poet Lucan was indebted to both earlier epic and historiographical traditions. chariot to Rome, cannot deliver him a single triumph. were in vain, and that I were silent as to your part, Rome! Lucan The Civil War by Duff, J D (Tr.) Lucan, if Fortune had vouchsafed you to write Civil War in your seventies, you would have outshone Virgil and rivalled Milton and Homer. What movement of the heavens, what constellation. How many centuries suffice, for a neglectful posterity to take for granted the loss, this war incurred? silent towns we witness the abomination of civil war. Pompey’s fortunes faded. we, the captains of your army, with the kings you created. I pray but that you might be free to rule all nations. Price New from Used from Kindle & comiXology "Please retry" $0.99 — — Comics "Please retry" $14.69 . So the armies ran forward both roused by the same ardour. book 2. book 3. book 4. book 5. book 6. book 7. book 8. book 9. book 10. the bodies might have been plunged in a single fire; or if he had wished to punish his son-in-law, Caesar, might have heaped up Pindus’ timber and piled high, the oaks from Oeta’s forests, for Pompey, aboard, his ship, to view Pharsalia in flames. And Fortune, now, needing no great space of time to overturn so weighty. But nightmares troubled, their sleep, frenzied images of the battlefield disturbed, their tormented minds. Yet, many men are driven to the heights of danger by a mere, dread of imminent death. Lucan lived from AD 39-65 at a time of great turbulence in Rome. Flee this part of the war, my mind, leave it in darkness, and let no age learn of such evils from me as poet, or just how much becomes licit in civil wars. Now he sat, cheered by senators, while as yet no more than a Roman knight, but no less adored. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved. A baleful Sun rose from Ocean, slow to answer the summons, of the eternal law, driving his steeds more fiercely than ever, against the revolution of the sky, urging his course backwards, though the heavens whirled him on, and ready to suffer eclipse, and the loss of his light, drawing cloud to him, not to feed his. But fearing they, might still rally to their opposing camp, and their fear, be quelled by a night’s rest, he chose to advance on, the enemy ramparts, striking while the iron was hot, and terror gripped the foe. Every Roman, whether there in Phoenician, Cadiz, or in Armenia drinking the Araxes’ water, in all. by sad images of the day, always the fatal field, always war. Flee from the fatal conflict, and summon the gods. “You gave me the Roman state to rule over, Fortune. life left him, and a deep darkness veiled his eyes. and his country’s fate. fortune that long favoured you, victory was worse. The Senators would know, Pompey, do they follow you as, combatants or mere companions?’ The general groaned, he. …The superhuman forces at work are natural, not supernatural.” I doubt I would have “gotten” this completely on my own, although I do think I would have noticed the prominence of things like the wind and the water at some point, since Lucan really harps on these. (There is even a flashforward to Caesar’s assassination by Cassius, to remind readers that this is real history and so already set in stone, just as Erictho told Sextus Pompey that fated history could not be altered.). In several instances, Lucan describes these grotesque heaps in language more fitting to the natural world. way that a ship’s captain, defeated by the storm’s power, his arts useless, yields the tiller to the wind, swept along, an ignominious burden. organs, not desirous of prying at the bone-marrow. Fortune, you granted me, the Roman state to rule: accept it now, greater yet than I, received it, and defend it in the blindness of war. In fact, much, of his vast authority remained and, all being inferior, to him except his former self, he might have roused. What, evil madness is this, what blindness! When both armies had swiftly crossed the open ground, that lay between them and that final act of destiny, and, were only separated by a little space, each man looked, to see where his javelin might fall, or whose arm fate, might raise to threaten him. The dead are free from fate; earth takes back all she bears; he who has no urn, has the sky to cover him. lines 296-395. lines 396-520. lines 521-638. lines 639ff. Roman courage rose, and they resolved to win or die. Would a Jupiter grasping the lightning-bolt gaze idly, from high heaven at Pharsalia’s slaughter? But Caesar, fearing his vanguard might be broken, sent, the cohorts in reserve, positioned at an angle to his lines. This is a wonderful contrast of the two men, but I like this even better: (For anyone who dares romanticize a reenchantment of nature, this is what a reenchanted nature promises you: indifferent and malevolent forces beyond control.). Pompey remains in great esteem for the remainder of the poem, but there is a peculiar irony in the twist of his portrayal. fathers and brothers wield swords against each other? Not in Library. Their victory rightly demands a grim retribution. O gods, do you delight, when, you decide to overthrow all things, in adding rank perversity, to our errors? Yet one death was most noteworthy. of war; but not enough to satisfy their greedy minds. the day of vengeance would see drawn by senators, were aimed at him; that night, the monsters of hell, scourged him. fathers and kin flickering to and fro before their eyes. It takes on a grotesque tone with descriptions of battles and descriptions of ghosts and witches. Pompey’s soldiers, illuminated by the sun’s opposing. Bellum civile: liber primus. Why work at universal destruction? Even now, though men fear the victorious tyrant’s spear. Wherever fortune summons yours, Caesar, their spirits also will be there: you may, soar no further than they, nor seize a higher place. to a generation, and prevent the birth of unborn nations. The air, was thick with metal, the gloom of the interweaving, weapons masked the plain. Contents. He stood far off, on rising ground, from where he saw the carnage. See all formats and editions Hide other formats and editions. strike Caesar down? Lucan's Civil War is a work from the time of Nero and is incomplete due to the authors death. His "Civil War" portrays two of the most colourful and powerful figures of the age - Julius Caesar and Pompey the Great, enemies in a vicious struggle for power that severed bloodlines and began the transformation of Roman civilization. a passion for war, but was what we see endlessly, the battle between power and freedom. scarified their breasts as when Brutus himself was buried. a wound too heavy for their age alone to bear; here more than simply life and limb it was that, perished: we were laid low for centuries, all, generations doomed to slavery were conquered. every wickedness.’ With this, he ordered the men to arms, and loosed the reins of their furious ardour, in the same. Indeed the kings. Nonetheless it is a great epic that is quite different from the others. Why burden the whole earth so, and then absolve it? It takes place during the Civil War that saw Caesar rise to power and does not hide who Lucan supports. ‘The victory is complete, lads,’, he cried, ‘all that remains is the repayment for all. Arguably, each got the epic they deserved. Individual Freedom, Georg Simmel's Philosophy of Money: 6. There all the glory of our country perished: a great pile, of noble corpses, unmixed with common soldiers lay, there on that field. Lucan; Search the Perseus Catalog for: Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: book: line; Table of Contents: book 1. lines 1-32. lines 33-157. lines 158-295 . Those deathly names, Cannae and Allia, so long accursed in the Roman calendar, must yield, to this. Conditions and Exceptions apply. He rejoiced that the soil of Emathia was hidden from. them, displaying generals and nations in the field. This passage is evidently designed as an inversion of the parade of future Roman heroes shown to Aeneas in the Underworld by his father Anchises, Virgil, Aen. With unchanged face, you gazed on Pharsalia: victory in war never saw, you arrogant, nor defeat downhearted, as superior, in your fall to faithless Fortune as you were when, delighting in your triumphs. of relatives in their front rank must move you; strike confusion into every face you once revered. He tours the corpses strewn widely on the fields. In 60 CE at a festival in Emperor Nero's honour Lucan praised him in a panegyric and was promoted to one or two minor offices. Ending thus, his mournful voice stirred their valour. Thanks to that blood-drenched, day, India has no fear of Roman law, no consul makes, the nomad Dahae live behind walls, or with girt robe. 037. Such the crowd’s aspect, such their loud applause in his younger years, at his second. Lucan, 39-65; Duff, J. D. (James Duff), 1860-1940 Subject: Pharsalus, Battle of, Farsala, Greece, 48 B.C Read more. the world of nations and crush the enemies of Rome. For Pompey the war will be no crime or glory. Think of Sulla’s crime, the butchery in the Saepta’s, pound on the Campus Martius: we wage civil war, on Sulla’s pupil. The Ituraeans, Medes and lone Arabs. The living aren’t sick long before they die; the ailment brings death with it. Now, nothing of mine is left me, Fortune.’ So saying, he, then rode through the shattered ranks, all amongst, the troops, rallying them to the standards, halting, their flight to imminent death, saying he was not, worthy of their sacrifice. A greater part of the host they left to lie untouched; corpses days of sun and rain dissolved, blending. - Book 7.235-646 (pp.135-146 To aim at Caesar’s life, is useless here: he has not reached the summit yet, not, risen far enough beyond those lawful heights of human. spread the Gorgon’s viperous tresses over her aegis. In that bloody carnage he discerned the gods’ favour. Would that my mind might, shun these acts of war, give them to darkness, that no age, might learn from me, in verse, of such horrors, or the full, depths of civil conflict. Taking it as an omen of victory, they trampled. of the gods, Romans swear their oaths by their shades. Quiz; Study Questions; Suggestions for Further Reading; Writing Help. His Civil War portrays two of the most colorful and powerful figures of the age-Julius Caesar and Pompey the Great, enemies in a bloody and convulsive struggle for power that severed bloodlines and began the transformation of Roman civilization. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. 117-128)— On the eve of the battle of Pharsalus, the son of Pompey the Great asks the witch Erichtho to foretell its outcome, which she does by resurrecting a dead corpse. Panic, now spread to all. Civil War was never finished: it breaks off in the middle of Book 10. But in fact many episodes which at first sight seem poetic fiction, e.g. Some fell at a blow; others, stood upright though their arms were lopped; these. that Pompey might rob the victor of his subject nations, and at once consume the source of all future triumphs. were subject to greater horror or mental turmoil. Men gazed in wonder at each other’s, faces veiled with mist, at the pallid light, the darkness, brooding above their helms, at phantoms of their dead. Every tree sent its birds, and their branches dripped. with the criminals from the sanctuary in the Asylum, down to the disaster of Pharsalia, you should have. Tired of delay. 10.1.90: Lucanus ardens et concitatus). And if skilled augurs through human wit had viewed, every strange sign above, Pharsalia might have been, known the whole world over. 6. Although their mangers brim with import hay, they grow deathly ill, longing to chew fresh grass; wheeling round, their knees give out and they fall. One day at least the gods should have, granted you and your homeland, where knowing your fate. Would some barbarian give a single drop of blood, to grant Pompey power in Italy? We are far from what the scene’s obvious antecedents, the underworld scenes in Book VI of the Aeneid and Book XI of the Odyssey, both of which come just before the midpoint of each epic and both of which result in auspicious findings for the heroes. In the shifting, claims of warfare, no hand is pure. With what feelings will he enter. and the Cyclopes struck new lightning-bolts for Jove. I, am the man, who when this fight is done, will have. the dense ranks, finding a way through shields and men; where the woven mail presents its heavy links, where. Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, better known in English as Lucan, was a Roman poet, born in Corduba (modern-day Córdoba), in Hispania Baetica. in Stygian darkness. Still, such, anger achieved nothing; it mattered not whether, fire or putrefaction dissolved those corpses; nature, receives all in her gentle arms, and the dead grant, themselves their own end. you granted us the power to curse that guilty country! Lucan lived from 39-65 AD at a time of great turbulence in Rome. Thus the whole Latin race would seem a fable; Gabii. Chapter 5: Lucan’s Book 4: Taking sides 148 . Of all the nations, under tyranny our fate is the worst, to whom slavery, is shame. Nations you conquered as you hastened past, have a right to resent your slowness to conquer now. night, day, all the heavens revolved for you, Rome, and all the wandering stars saw was yours. Oxford University Press. breathed forth spirits, the air was thick with ghosts. You wrote earlier as well about how the usual “those gods are absent, and when invoked are useless. This alone brought solace to the minds of that host, conscious of their own wicked desire to pierce some. where no men go but senators forced by Numa’s law. LUCAN AND THE HISTORY OF THE CIVIL WAR 489 Caesar's commentaries or a simplified account by a modern historian, his narrative appears full not only of omissions but of entertaining but unhistorical additions. advance in ranks, in tight formation. Caesar's attempt to cross the Adriatic in a small boat (5- 504 ff. When the army made for Thessaly’s, fields, the whole sky opposed their march, hurling, meteors against them, columns of flame, whirlwinds, sucking up water and trees together, blinding their. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. I can well believe the land groaned, the guilty earth. His eloquence seconded an. aspect of former times, such that Curius, and Camillus, and the Decii, those lives devoted to death, if the fates. Please, subscribe or login to access all content. When Pompey’s two cavalry wings extended their arc, over the plain beyond the flanks of infantry, his light. that scents foul air tainted by the smell of corruption. Yet we have vengeance. Lucan's Civil War is considered a major expression of literature from the Neronian times, and has attracted renewed scholarly attention in the past decades. Pompey with all her people like a victor; with weeping, promised him gifts; opened their homes and temples, to him, begging to share in his disaster. If you are interested in the title for your course we can consider offering an examination copy. Rode the riders from the sanctuary in the chest, threw its rider 1, 2007 $. The title for your course we can consider offering an examination copy where all in... 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