Statius, Thebaid

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signa nec Arctoos ausim spirare triumphos bisque iugo Rhenum, bis adactum legibus Histrum 20et coniurato deiectos vertice Dacos aut defensa prius vix pubescentibus annis bella Iovis. tuque, o Latiae decus addite famae quem nova maturi subeuntem exorsa parentis aeternum sibi Roma cupit, licet artior omnes 25limes agat stellas et te plaga lucida caeli, Pleiadum Boreaeque et hiulci fulminis expers, sollicitet, licet ignipedum frenator equorum ipse tuis alte radiantem crinibus arcum imprimat aut magni cedat tibi Iuppiter aequa 30parte poli, maneas hominum contentus habenis, undarum terraeque potens, et sidera dones. tempus erit, cum Pierio tua fortior oestro facta canam: nunc tendo chelyn; satis arma referre Aonia et geminis sceptrum exitiale tyrannis 35nec furiis post fata modum flammasque rebelles seditione rogi tumulisque carentia regum funera et egestas alternis mortibus urbes, caerula cum rubuit Lernaeo sanguine Dirce et Thetis arentes assuetum stringere ripas 40horruit ingenti venientem Ismenon acervo. quem prius heroum, Clio, dabis? immodicum irae Tydea? laurigeri subitos an vatis hiatus? urguet et hostilem propellens caedibus amnem

  • 22tuque ω: teque P ante corr.
  • 23mature Lachmann
  • 28late Schrader
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standards and northern triumphs—Rhine twice subjugated, Hister twice brought under obedience, Dacians hurled down from their leagued mountain, or, earlier yet, Jove’s warfare warded off in years scarce past childhood. 6 And you, glory added to Latium’s fame, whom, as you take on your aged father’s enterprises anew, 7 Rome wishes hers for eternity: though a narrower path move all the planets and a radiant tract of heaven invite you, free of Pleiades and Boreas and forked lightning; though the curber of the fire-footed horses 8 himself set his high-shining halo on your locks or Jupiter yield you an equal portion of the broad sky, may you remain content with the governance of mankind, potent over sea and land, and waive the stars. A time will come when stronger in Pierian frenzy I shall sing your deeds. For now I but tune my lyre; enough to recount Aonian arms, sceptre fatal to tyrants twain, fury outlasting death and flames renewing battle in the strife of the pyre, 9 kings’ bodies lacking burial, and cities emptied by mutual slaughter, when Dirce’s blue water blushed with Lernaean blood and Thetis was aghast at Ismenos, as wont to skirt dry banks he came on in a mighty heap. Clio, which of the heroes do you offer first? Tydeus, untrammelled in his wrath? Or the laurelled seer’s sudden chasm? Stormy Hippomedon too is upon me, pushing the river his enemy

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.statius-thebaid.2004