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Pharsalia - Book Ix: Cato

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Yet in those ashes on the Pharian shore,
In that small heap of dust, was not confined
So great a shade; but from the limbs half burnt
And narrow cell sprang forth and sought the sky
Where dwells the Thunderer. Black the space of air
Upreaching to the poles that bear on high
The constellations in their nightly round;
There 'twixt the orbit of the moon and earth
Abide those lofty spirits, half divine,
Who by their blameless lives and fire of soul

Are fit to tolerate the pure expanse
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Uche Nwanze 08 September 2019

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

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Kumarmani Mahakul 08 September 2019

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.

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 September 2019

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

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 September 2019

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

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 September 2019

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

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