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Threatening, aloft his flaming blade he shook,
So when some mighty serpent of the main
Some looser Muse, perhaps, who lightly treads 860
865 While to the just recording Romans eyes, Far other forms, and other gods arise ; The guardian furies round him rear their heads, And Nemesis the shield of safety spreads; Justice and fate the floating chief convey,
870 And Rome's glad genius wafts him on his way ; Freedom and laws the Pharian darts withstand, And save him for avenging Brutus' hand. His friends, unknowing what the gods decree, With joy receive him from the swelling fea ; In peals on peals their shouts triumphant rise, Roll o'er the distant flood, and thunder to the skies.
CO N T E N T S.
CE, containing some Account of Lucan,
THE END OF ROWE'S LUCAN.