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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 expos'tulate, And reason with you, i as from friend to friend; 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, I Rome will rejoice', I and cast its eyes on Cato, I As on the second of mankind. Cato.
No more - 1 I must not think of life on such conditions. I
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 le gions, Restore the commonwealth to lib'erty, Subinit his actions to the public cen'sure, | And stand the judgment of a Roman sen ate. ! Let him do this, I and Cato is his friend. /
Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdom-
Dec. A style like this becomes a con queror. I
Dec. Consider, Cato, you 're in U tica, /
Cato. Let him consider tha!, / who drives us hither. "T is Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, 1
And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye
Dee. Does Caio 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.
Dec. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget
Cato, we thank thee. The mighty genius of immortal Rome', / Speaks in thy voice: thy soul breathes liberty. Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st, I And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.
Luc. The senate owes its gratitude to Cato | Who, with so great a soul, 'consults its safety, | And guards our lives, 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, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun : 1 'Tis to be free. į When liberty is gone, I Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. ! O could my dying hand I but lodge a sword
In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country,
Others, perhaps, 1
Semp. This sober conduct | is a mighty virtue
Cato. Come — no more', Sempronius,
Semp. Cato, iny resentments
Cato. Fathers, 't is time you come to a resolve. |
Luc. Cato, we all go into your' opinion - | Cæsar's behavior has convinc'd the senate | We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. I
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. this pause of life, While yet our liberty, and fates are doubtful, With resolution, | friend ship, \ 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, 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, 1 To be a brother to the insensible rock, 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, 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.
That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all
The golden sun,
As the long train Of ages glides away, I the sons of men', / The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, ma tron and maid, • Sad abodes; not sad'der-bodes. "Bu a handful; not butter handful