Whither, whither, reckless Romans,
Are you rushing, sword in hand?
Has not yet the blood of brothers,
Fully stained the sea and land?
Not that raging conflagration
Should o’er fallen Carthage play;
Not that the unconquered Briton
Should descend the sacred way.
"Rome," exclaims the joyful Parthian,
"Ruin for herself prepares;
Wolves with wolves are never savage,
Lion lion never tears."
Is this fury? is it madness?
Speedy answer I demand;
Foolish, blinded, guilty Romans,
Silent, stupefied you stand. [590]
Thus ’tis fated, blood of brothers
Must atone for brothers’ guilt,
Since the blood of injured Remus
Romulus in anger spilt.
' Is this fury? Is it madness? Speedy answer I demand' A fascinating poem deserving of POD
' is this fury? Is it madness? Speedy answer I demand' A fascinating piece of poetry deserving of POD
Wolves with wolves are never savage, Lion lion never tears." ........it's great expressive poem; beautifully crafted; wise expression; something I feel it's historical poem
Actually a protest war poem over the brutality of a autocratic Rome.
When will the " blood of brothers" cease to be shed? Great piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sword in hand! ! Ready to kill. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.