But culture wakes the spark innate, What debt, O Rome, to Nero's sons is owed? When victory fair propitious on us smiled ; And, as through pine-groves bursts the raging flame, Or o'er the bellowing deep the storm breaks wild, Afric's fell chief on wond'ring Latium came. Hence sped our Roman arms afar Our manly youth—hence fanes, o'erthrown By Carthage and her impious war, Their former Gods and ancient rites have known; And thus false Hannibal at length: "As timid deer to wolves a prey, In danger's jaws we madly stay, Gens, quæ cremato fortis ab Ilio, Jactata Tuscis æquoribus sacra, Natosque, maturosque patres, Pertulit Ausonias ad urbes, Duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibus Nigræ feraci frondis in Algido, Per damna, per cædes, ab ipso Ducit opes animumque ferro. Non Hydra secto corpore firmior Vinci dolentem crevit in Herculem, Monstrumve summisere Colchi Majus, Echioniæve Thebæ. Merses profundo, pulchrior evenit! Luctere, multa proruet integrum Cum laude victorem, geretque Prælia conjugibus loquenda. Carthagini jam non ego nuntios Mittam superbos: occidit, occidit Spes omnis, et fortuna nostri Nominis, Asdrubale interempto! "A race that braved the tempest's rage, And safe their gods from Ilium bore, And childhood weak, and tottering age, Exulting placed on Latium's shore. "As some tall oak whose branches fall "The Hydra not more wondrous rose, In triple form 'neath Hercules' blows; Nor from the dragon's teeth upsprings Such din of arms as round us rings. 66 Plunged in the deep, they prouder rise! Vanquished, too sure their victor dies, They quick renew the storied fight, Long theme for maiden's converse light. "Of routed foes no more I tell My name-my country's fortune fell, When Asdrubal disastrous bled, O then, for ever, victory fled! |