1. None, None, nan (4th cent. BCE - 3rd cent. BCE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 386; Verhagen (2022) 386
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2. None, None, nan (3rd cent. BCE - 2nd cent. BCE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 350; Verhagen (2022) 350
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3. None, None, nan (2nd cent. BCE - 1st cent. BCE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 369; Verhagen (2022) 369
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4. Catullus, Poems, 65.16, 116.2 (1st cent. BCE - 1st cent. BCE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 330, 386; Verhagen (2022) 330, 386
| 65.16. Yet amid grief so great to thee, my Hortalus, send I
116.2. How I could send thee songs chaunted of Battiadés,' '. None |
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5. Ovid, Fasti, 3.260-3.392 (1st cent. BCE - missingth cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 369; Verhagen (2022) 369
3.260. arma ferant Salii Mamuriumque cat? 3.261. nympha, mone, nemori stagnoque operata Dianae; 3.262. nympha, Numae coniunx, ad tua facta veni. 3.263. vallis Aricinae silva praecinctus opaca 3.264. est lacus, antiqua religione sacer. 3.265. hic latet Hippolytus loris direptus equorum, 3.266. unde nemus nullis illud aditur equis. 3.267. licia dependent longas velantia saepes, 3.268. et posita est meritae multa tabella deae. 3.269. saepe potens voti, frontem redimita coronis, 3.270. femina lucentes portat ab urbe faces. 3.271. regna tenent fortes manibus pedibusque fugaces, 3.272. et perit exemplo postmodo quisque suo. 3.273. defluit incerto lapidosus murmure rivus: 3.274. saepe, sed exiguis haustibus, inde bibi. 3.275. Egeria est, quae praebet aquas, dea grata Camenis; 3.276. illa Numae coniunx consiliumque fuit. 3.277. principio nimium promptos ad bella Quirites 3.278. molliri placuit iure deumque metu; 3.279. inde datae leges, ne firmior omnia posset, 3.280. coeptaque sunt pure tradita sacra coli. 3.281. exuitur feritas, armisque potentius aequum est, 3.282. et cum cive pudet conseruisse manus; 3.283. atque aliquis, modo trux, visa iam vertitur ara 3.284. vinaque dat tepidis farraque salsa focis. 3.285. ecce deum genitor rutilas per nubila flammas 3.286. spargit et effusis aethera siccat aquis; 3.287. non alias missi cecidere frequentius ignes: 3.288. rex pavet et volgi pectora terror habet, 3.289. cui dea ‘ne nimium terrere! piabile fulmen 3.290. est,’ ait ‘et saevi flectitur ira Iovis, 3.291. sed poterunt ritum Picus Faunusque piandi 3.292. tradere, Romani numen utrumque soli. 3.293. nec sine vi tradent: adhibe tu vincula captis.’ 3.294. atque ita qua possint edidit arte capi. 3.295. lucus Aventino suberat niger ilicis umbra, 3.296. quo posses viso dicere numen inest. 3.297. in medio gramen, muscoque adoperta virenti 3.298. manabat saxo vena perennis aquae: 3.299. inde fere soli Faunus Picusque bibebant. 3.300. huc venit et fonti rex Numa mactat ovem, 3.301. plenaque odorati disponit pocula Bacchi, 3.302. cumque suis antro conditus ipse latet, 3.303. ad solitos veniunt silvestria numina fontes 3.304. et relevant multo pectora sicca mero. 3.305. vina quies sequitur; gelido Numa prodit ab antro 3.306. vinclaque sopitas addit in arta manus, 3.307. somnus ut abscessit, pugdo vincula temptant 3.308. rumpere: pugtes fortius illa tenent. 3.309. tunc Numa: ‘di nemorum, factis ignoscite nostris, 3.310. si scelus ingenio scitis abesse meo; 3.311. quoque modo possit fulmen, monstrate, piari.’ 3.312. sic Numa; sic quatiens cornua Faunus ait: 3.313. ‘magna petis nec quae monitu tibi discere nostro 3.314. fas sit: habent finis numina nostra suos. 3.315. di sumus agrestes et qui dominemur in altis 3.316. montibus: arbitrium est in sua tela Iovi. 3.317. hunc tu non poteris per te deducere caelo, 3.318. at poteris nostra forsitan usus ope.’ 3.319. dixerat haec Faunus; par est sententia Pici: 3.320. deme tamen nobis vincula, Picus ait: 3.321. ‘Iuppiter huc veniet, valida perductus ab arte. 3.322. nubila promissi Styx mihi testis erit.’ 3.323. emissi laqueis quid agant, quae carmina dicant, 3.324. quaque trahant superis sedibus arte Iovem, 3.325. scire nefas homini: nobis concessa canentur 3.326. quaeque pio dici vatis ab ore licet, 3.327. eliciunt caelo te, Iuppiter, unde minores 3.328. nunc quoque te celebrant Eliciumque vocant, 3.329. constat Aventinae tremuisse cacumina silvae, 3.330. terraque subsedit pondere pressa Iovis, 3.331. corda micant regis, totoque e corpore sanguis 3.332. fugit, et hirsutae deriguere comae, 3.333. ut rediit animus, da certa piamina dixit 3.334. ‘fulminis, altorum rexque paterque deum, 3.335. si tua contigimus manibus donaria puris, 3.336. hoc quoque, quod petitur, si pia lingua rogat.’ 3.337. adnuit oranti, sed verum ambage remota 3.338. abdidit et dubio terruit ore virum. 3.339. caede caput dixit: cui rex parebimus, inquit 3.340. caedenda est hortis eruta caepa meis. 3.341. addidit, hic hominis: sumes ait ille capillos. 3.342. postulat hic animam, cui Numa piscis ait. 3.343. risit et his inquit ‘facito mea tela procures, 3.344. o vir conloquio non abigende deum. 3.345. sed tibi, protulerit cum totum crastinus orbem 3.346. Cynthius, imperii pignora certa dabo.’ 3.347. dixit et ingenti tonitru super aethera motum 3.348. fertur, adorantem destituitque Numam, 3.349. ille redit laetus memoratque Quiritibus acta: 3.350. tarda venit dictis difficilisque fides. 3.351. at certe credemur, ait ‘si verba sequetur 3.352. exitus: en audi crastina, quisquis ades. 3.353. protulerit terris cum totum Cynthius orbem, 3.354. Iuppiter imperii pignora certa dabit.’ 3.355. discedunt dubii, promissaque tarda videntur, 3.356. dependetque fides a veniente die. 3.357. mollis erat tellus rorata mane pruina: 3.358. ante sui populus limina regis adest, 3.359. prodit et in solio medius consedit acerno. 3.360. innumeri circa stantque silentque viri. 3.361. ortus erat summo tantummodo margine Phoebus: 3.362. sollicitae mentes speque metuque pavent, 3.363. constitit atque caput niveo velatus amictu 3.364. iam bene dis notas sustulit ille manus, 3.365. atque ita tempus adest promissi muneris, inquit 3.366. pollicitam dictis, Iuppiter, adde fidem. 3.367. dum loquitur, totum iam sol emoverat orbem, 3.368. et gravis aetherio venit ab axe fragor. 3.369. ter tonuit sine nube deus, tria fulmina misit. 3.370. credite dicenti: mira, sed acta, loquor, 3.371. a media caelum regione dehiscere coepit; 3.372. summisere oculos cum duce turba suo. 3.373. ecce levi scutum versatum leniter aura 3.374. decidit, a populo clamor ad astra venit. 3.375. tollit humo munus caesa prius ille iuvenca, 3.376. quae dederat nulli colla premenda iugo, 3.377. idque ancile vocat, quod ab omni parte recisum est, 3.378. quemque notes oculis, angulus omnis abest, 3.379. tum, memor imperii sortem consistere in illo, 3.380. consilium multae calliditatis init. 3.381. plura iubet fieri simili caelata figura, 3.382. error ut ante oculos insidiantis eat. 3.383. Mamurius (morum fabraene exactior artis, 3.384. difficile est ulli dicere) clausit opus. 3.385. cui Numa munificus facti pete praemia, dixit; 3.386. si mea nota fides, inrita nulla petes. 3.387. iam dederat Saliis a saltu nomina dicta 3.388. armaque et ad certos verba canenda modos. 3.389. tum sic Mamurius: ‘merces mihi gloria detur, 3.390. nominaque extremo carmine nostra sonent.’ 3.391. inde sacerdotes operi promissa vetusto 3.392. praemia persolvunt Mamuriumque vocant,''. None | 3.260. Teach me, nymph, who serves Diana’s lake and grove: 3.261. Nymph, Egeria, wife to Numa, speak of your actions. 3.262. There is a lake in the vale of Aricia, ringed by dense woods, 3.263. And sacred to religion from ancient times. 3.264. Here Hippolytus hides, who was torn to piece 3.265. By his horses, and so no horse may enter the grove. 3.266. The long hedge is covered with hanging threads, 3.267. And many tablets witness the goddess’s merit. 3.268. often a woman whose prayer is answered, brow wreathed 3.269. With garlands, carries lighted torches from the City. 3.270. One with strong hands and swift feet rules there, 3.271. And each is later killed, as he himself killed before. 3.272. A pebble-filled stream flows down with fitful murmurs: 3.273. often I’ve drunk there, but in little draughts. 3.274. Egeria, goddess dear to the Camenae, supplies the water: 3.275. She who was wife and counsellor to Numa. 3.276. The Quirites were too prompt to take up arms, 3.277. And Numa quietened them with justice, and fear of the gods. 3.278. So laws were made, that the stronger might not take all, 3.279. And traditional rights were properly observed. 3.280. They left off being savages, justice superseded arms, 3.281. And citizens were ashamed to fight each other: 3.282. Those who had once been violent were transformed, on seeing 3.283. An altar, offering wine and salted meal on the warm hearths. 3.284. See, the father of the gods scatters red lightning through 3.285. The clouds, and clears the sky with showers of rain: 3.286. The forked flames never fell thicker: 3.287. The king was fearful, the people filled with terror. 3.288. The goddess said: ‘Don’t be so afraid! Lightning 3.289. Can be placated, and fierce Jupiter’s anger averted. 3.290. Picus and Faunus, each a deity native to Roman soil, 3.291. Can teach you the rites of expiation. But they won’t 3.292. Teach them unless compelled: so catch and bind them.’ 3.293. And she revealed the arts by which they could be caught. 3.294. There was a grove, dark with holm-oaks, below the Aventine, 3.295. At sight of which you would say: ‘There’s a god within.’ 3.296. The centre was grassy, and covered with green moss, 3.297. And a perennial stream of water trickled from the rock. 3.298. Faunus and Picus used to drink there alone. 3.299. Numa approached and sacrificed a sheep to the spring, 3.300. And set out cups filled with fragrant wine. 3.301. Then he hid with his people inside the cave. 3.302. The woodland spirits came to their usual spring, 3.303. And quenched their dry throats with draughts of wine. 3.304. Sleep succeeded wine: Numa emerged from the icy cave 3.305. And clasped the sleepers’ hands in tight shackles. 3.306. When sleep vanished, they fought and tried to burst 3.307. Their bonds, which grew tighter the more they struggled. 3.308. Then Numa spoke: ‘Gods of the sacred groves, if you accept 3.309. My thoughts were free of wickedness, forgive my actions: 3.310. And show me how the lightning may be averted.’ 3.311. So Numa: and, shaking his horns, so Faunus replied: 3.312. ‘You seek great things, that it’s not right for you to know 3.313. Through our admission: our powers have their limits. 3.314. We are rural gods who rule in the high mountains: 3.315. Jupiter has control of his own weapons. 3.316. You could never draw him from heaven by yourself, 3.317. But you may be able, by making use of our aid.’ 3.318. Faunus spoke these words: Picus too agreed, 3.319. ‘But remove our shackles,’ Picus added: 3.320. ‘Jupiter will arrive here, drawn by powerful art. 3.321. Cloudy Styx will be witness to my promise.’ 3.322. It’s wrong for men to know what the gods enacted when loosed 3.323. From the snare, or what spells they spoke, or by what art 3.324. They drew Jupiter from his realm above. My song will sing 3.325. of lawful things, such as a poet may speak with pious lips. 3.326. The drew you (eliciunt) from the sky, Jupiter, and later 3.327. Generations now worship you, by the name of Elicius. 3.328. It’s true that the crowns of the Aventine woods trembled, 3.329. And the earth sank under the weight of Jove. 3.330. The king’s heart shook, the blood fled from his body, 3.331. And the bristling hair stood up stiffly on his head. 3.332. When he regained his senses, he said: ‘King and father 3.333. To the high gods, if I have touched your offering 3.334. With pure hands, and if a pious tongue, too, asks for 3.335. What I seek, grant expiation from your lightning,’ 3.336. The god accepted his prayer, but hid the truth with deep 3.337. Ambiguities, and terrified him with confusing words. 3.338. ‘Sever a head,’ said the god: the king replied; ‘I will, 3.339. We’ll sever an onion’s, dug from my garden.’ 3.340. The god added: ‘of a man’: ‘You’ll have the hair,’ 3.341. Said the king. He demanded a life, Numa replied: ‘A fish’s’. 3.342. The god laughed and said: ‘Expiate my lightning like this, 3.343. O man who cannot be stopped from speaking with gods. 3.344. And when Apollo’s disc is full tomorrow, 3.345. I’ll give you sure pledges of empire.’ 3.346. He spoke, and was carried above the quaking sky, 3.347. In loud thunder, leaving Numa worshipping him. 3.348. The king returned joyfully, and told the Quirite 3.349. What had happened: they were slow to believe his words. 3.350. ‘It will surely be believed,’ he said, ‘if the event follow 3.351. My speech: listen, all you here, to what tomorrow brings. 3.352. When Apollo’s disc has lifted fully above the earth, 3.353. Jupiter will grant me sure pledges of empire.’ 3.354. The left, doubtful, considering it long to wait, 3.355. But setting their hopes on the following day. 3.356. The ground was soft at dawn, with a frost of dew: 3.357. When the crowd gathered at the king’s threshold. 3.358. He emerged, and sat in the midst on a maple wood throne. 3.359. Countless warriors stood around him in silence. 3.360. Phoebus had scarcely risen above the horizon: 3.361. Their anxious minds trembled with hope and fear. 3.362. The king stood, his head covered with a white cloth 3.363. Raising his hands, that the god now knew so well. 3.364. He spoke as follows: ‘The time is here for the promised gift, 3.365. Jupiter, make true the words of your pledge.’ 3.366. As he spoke, the sun’s full disc appeared, 3.367. And a loud crash came from the depths of the sky. 3.368. Three times the god thundered, and hurled his lightning, 3.369. From cloudless air, believe what I say, wonderful but true. 3.370. The sky began to split open at the zenith: 3.371. The crowd and its leader lifted their eyes. 3.372. Behold, a shield fell, trembling in the light breeze. 3.373. The sound of the crowd’s shouting reached the stars. 3.374. The king first sacrificed a heifer that had never known 3.375. The yoke, then raised the gift from the ground, 3.376. And called it ancile, because it was cut away (recisum) 3.377. All round, and there wasn’t a single angle to note. 3.378. Then, remembering the empire’s fate was involved, 3.379. He thought of a very cunning idea. 3.380. He ordered many shields cut in the same shape, 3.381. In order to confuse the eyes of any traitor. 3.382. Mamurius carried out the task: whether he was superior 3.383. In his craft or his character it would be hard to say. 3.384. Gracious Numa said to him: ‘Ask a reward for your work, 3.385. You’ll not ask in vain of one known for honesty.’ 3.386. He’d already given the Salii, named from their leaping (saltus), 3.387. Weapons: and words to be sung to a certain tune. 3.388. Mamurius replied: ‘Give me glory as my prize, 3.389. And let my name be sounded at the song’s end.’ 3.390. So the priests grant the reward promised for hi 3.391. Ancient work, and now call out ‘Mamurius’. 3.392. Girl if you’d marry, delay, however eager both are:''. None |
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6. Lucan, Pharsalia, 1.205-1.212, 1.228, 1.493-1.498, 2.234-2.235, 2.315, 2.511-2.512, 5.732-5.733, 8.663-8.711 (1st cent. CE - 1st cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Ahenobarbus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 261; Verhagen (2022) 261
| 1.205. To rise above their country: might their law: Decrees are forced from Senate and from Plebs: Consul and Tribune break the laws alike: Bought are the fasces, and the people sell For gain their favour: bribery's fatal curse Corrupts the annual contests of the Field. Then covetous usury rose, and interest Was greedier ever as the seasons came; Faith tottered; thousands saw their gain in war. Caesar has crossed the Alps, his mighty soul " "1.209. To rise above their country: might their law: Decrees are forced from Senate and from Plebs: Consul and Tribune break the laws alike: Bought are the fasces, and the people sell For gain their favour: bribery's fatal curse Corrupts the annual contests of the Field. Then covetous usury rose, and interest Was greedier ever as the seasons came; Faith tottered; thousands saw their gain in war. Caesar has crossed the Alps, his mighty soul " '1.210. Great tumults pondering and the coming shock. Now on the marge of Rubicon, he saw, In face most sorrowful and ghostly guise, His trembling country\'s image; huge it seemed Through mists of night obscure; and hoary hair Streamed from the lofty front with turrets crowned: Torn were her locks and naked were her arms. Then thus, with broken sighs the Vision spake: "What seek ye, men of Rome? and whither hence Bear ye my standards? If by right ye come,
1.228. My citizens, stay here; these are the bounds; No further dare." But Caesar\'s hair was stiff With horror as he gazed, and ghastly dread Restrained his footsteps on the further bank. Then spake he, "Thunderer, who from the rock Tarpeian seest the wall of mighty Rome; Gods of my race who watched o\'er Troy of old; Thou Jove of Alba\'s height, and Vestal fires, And rites of Romulus erst rapt to heaven, And God-like Rome; be friendly to my quest. ' "
1.493. No longer listen for the bugle call, Nor those who dwell where Rhone's swift eddies sweep Arar to the ocean; nor the mountain tribes Who dwell about its source. Thou, too, oh Treves, Rejoicest that the war has left thy bounds. Ligurian tribes, now shorn, in ancient days First of the long-haired nations, on whose necks Once flowed the auburn locks in pride supreme; And those who pacify with blood accursed Savage Teutates, Hesus' horrid shrines, " "1.498. No longer listen for the bugle call, Nor those who dwell where Rhone's swift eddies sweep Arar to the ocean; nor the mountain tribes Who dwell about its source. Thou, too, oh Treves, Rejoicest that the war has left thy bounds. Ligurian tribes, now shorn, in ancient days First of the long-haired nations, on whose necks Once flowed the auburn locks in pride supreme; And those who pacify with blood accursed Savage Teutates, Hesus' horrid shrines, " '
2.234. Nor feared that at his word such thousands fell. At length the Tuscan flood received the dead The first upon his waves; the last on those That lay beneath them; vessels in their course Were stayed, and while the lower current flowed Still to the sea, the upper stood on high Dammed back by carnage. Through the streets meanwhile In headlong torrents ran a tide of blood, Which furrowing its path through town and field Forced the slow river on. But now his banks 2.235. Nor feared that at his word such thousands fell. At length the Tuscan flood received the dead The first upon his waves; the last on those That lay beneath them; vessels in their course Were stayed, and while the lower current flowed Still to the sea, the upper stood on high Dammed back by carnage. Through the streets meanwhile In headlong torrents ran a tide of blood, Which furrowing its path through town and field Forced the slow river on. But now his banks ' "
2.315. That such a citizen has joined the war? Glad would he see thee e'en in Magnus' tents; For Cato's conduct shall approve his own. Pompeius, with the Consul in his ranks, And half the Senate and the other chiefs, Vexes my spirit; and should Cato too Bend to a master's yoke, in all the world The one man free is Caesar. But if thou For freedom and thy country's laws alone Be pleased to raise the sword, nor Magnus then " "
2.511. They place upon the turrets. Magnus most The people's favour held, yet faith with fear Fought in their breasts. As when, with strident blast, A southern tempest has possessed the main And all the billows follow in its track: Then, by the Storm-king smitten, should the earth Set Eurus free upon the swollen deep, It shall not yield to him, though cloud and sky Confess his strength; but in the former wind Still find its master. But their fears prevailed, " "
5.732. Far as from Leucas point the placid main Spreads to the horizon, from the billow's crest They viewed the dashing of th' infuriate sea; Thence sinking to the middle trough, their mast Scarce topped the watery height on either hand, Their sails in clouds, their keel upon the ground. For all the sea was piled into the waves, And drawn from depths between laid bare the sand. The master of the boat forgot his art, For fear o'ercame; he knew not where to yield " "
8.663. Leaving his loftier ship. Had not the fates' Eternal and unalterable laws Called for their victim and decreed his end Now near at hand, his comrades' warning voice Yet might have stayed his course: for if the court To Magnus, who bestowed the Pharian crown, In truth were open, should not king and fleet In pomp have come to greet him? But he yields: The fates compel. Welcome to him was death Rather than fear. But, rushing to the side, " "8.669. Leaving his loftier ship. Had not the fates' Eternal and unalterable laws Called for their victim and decreed his end Now near at hand, his comrades' warning voice Yet might have stayed his course: for if the court To Magnus, who bestowed the Pharian crown, In truth were open, should not king and fleet In pomp have come to greet him? But he yields: The fates compel. Welcome to him was death Rather than fear. But, rushing to the side, " '8.670. His spouse would follow, for she dared not stay, Fearing the guile. Then he, "Abide, my wife, And son, I pray you; from the shore afar Await my fortunes; mine shall be the life To test their honour." But Cornelia still Withstood his bidding, and with arms outspread Frenzied she cried: "And whither without me, Cruel, departest? Thou forbad\'st me share Thy risks Thessalian; dost again command That I should part from thee? No happy star 8.680. Breaks on our sorrow. If from every land Thou dost debar me, why didst turn aside In flight to Lesbos? On the waves alone Am I thy fit companion?" Thus in vain, Leaning upon the bulwark, dazed with dread; Nor could she turn her straining gaze aside, Nor see her parting husband. All the fleet Stood silent, anxious, waiting for the end: Not that they feared the murder which befell, But lest their leader might with humble prayer 8.689. Breaks on our sorrow. If from every land Thou dost debar me, why didst turn aside In flight to Lesbos? On the waves alone Am I thy fit companion?" Thus in vain, Leaning upon the bulwark, dazed with dread; Nor could she turn her straining gaze aside, Nor see her parting husband. All the fleet Stood silent, anxious, waiting for the end: Not that they feared the murder which befell, But lest their leader might with humble prayer ' "8.690. Kneel to the king he made. As Magnus passed, A Roman soldier from the Pharian boat, Septimius, salutes him. Gods of heaven! There stood he, minion to a barbarous king, Nor bearing still the javelin of Rome; But vile in all his arms; giant in form Fierce, brutal, thirsting as a beast may thirst For carnage. Didst thou, Fortune, for the sake of nations, spare to dread Pharsalus field This savage monster's blows? Or dost thou place " "8.700. Throughout the world, for thy mysterious ends, Some ministering swords for civil war? Thus, to the shame of victors and of gods, This story shall be told in days to come: A Roman swordsman, once within thy ranks, Slave to the orders of a puny prince, Severed Pompeius' neck. And what shall be Septimius' fame hereafter? By what name This deed be called, if Brutus wrought a crime? Now came the end, the latest hour of all: " "8.709. Throughout the world, for thy mysterious ends, Some ministering swords for civil war? Thus, to the shame of victors and of gods, This story shall be told in days to come: A Roman swordsman, once within thy ranks, Slave to the orders of a puny prince, Severed Pompeius' neck. And what shall be Septimius' fame hereafter? By what name This deed be called, if Brutus wrought a crime? Now came the end, the latest hour of all: " '8.710. Rapt to the boat was Magnus, of himself No longer master, and the miscreant crew Unsheathed their swords; which when the chieftain saw He swathed his visage, for he scorned unveiled To yield his life to fortune; closed his eyes And held his breath within him, lest some word, Or sob escaped, might mar the deathless fame His deeds had won. And when within his side Achillas plunged his blade, nor sound nor cry He gave, but calm consented to the blow 8.711. Rapt to the boat was Magnus, of himself No longer master, and the miscreant crew Unsheathed their swords; which when the chieftain saw He swathed his visage, for he scorned unveiled To yield his life to fortune; closed his eyes And held his breath within him, lest some word, Or sob escaped, might mar the deathless fame His deeds had won. And when within his side Achillas plunged his blade, nor sound nor cry He gave, but calm consented to the blow '". None |
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7. Plutarch, Numa Pompilius, 13.3 (1st cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 369; Verhagen (2022) 369
13.3. τούτοις μὲν οὖν μαρτυρῆσαι λέγουσι καὶ τὰ τῆς νόσου παραχρῆμα παυσάμενα. τὴν δὲ πέλτην προθέντος αὐτοῦ καὶ κελεύσαντος ἁμιλλᾶσθαι τοὺς τεχνίτας ὑπὲρ τῆς ὁμοιότητος, τοὺς μὲν ἄλλους ἀπειπεῖν, Οὐετούριον δὲ Μαμούριον ἕνα α τῶν ἄκρων δημιουργῶν οὕτως ἐφικέσθαι τῆς ἐμφερείας, καὶ κατασκευάσαι πάσας ὁμοίας, ὥστε μηδʼ αὐτὸν ἔτι τὸν Νομᾶν διαγινώσκειν. τούτων οὖν φύλακας καὶ ἀμφιπόλους ἀπέδειξε τοὺς Σαλίους ἱερεῖς.''. None | 13.3. Moreover, they say that the truth of all this was attested by the immediate cessation of the pestilence. When Numa showed the buckler to the artificers and bade them do their best to make others like it, they all declined, except Veturius Mamurius, a most excellent workman, who was so happy in his imitation of it, and made all the eleven so exactly like it, that not even Numa himself could distinguish them. For the watch and care of these bucklers, then, he appointed the priesthood of the Salii.
13.3. Moreover, they say that the truth of all this was attested by the immediate cessation of the pestilence. When Numa showed the buckler to the artificers and bade them do their best to make others like it, they all declined, except Veturius Mamurius, a most excellent workman, who was so happy in his imitation of it, and made all the eleven so exactly like it, that not even Numa himself could distinguish them. For the watch and care of these bucklers, then, he appointed the priesthood of the Salii.''. None |
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8. Tacitus, Annals, 13.10 (1st cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Ahenobarbus, Cn. • Domitius Corbulo, Cn.
Found in books: Rutledge (2012) 294; Talbert (1984) 330
| 13.10. \xa0In the same year, Nero applied to the senate for a statue to his father Gnaeus Domitius, and for consular decorations for Asconius Labeo, who had acted as his guardian. At the same time he vetoed an offer of effigies in solid gold or silver to himself; and, although a resolution had been passed by the Fathers that the new year should begin in December, the month which had given Nero to the world, he retained as the opening day of the calendar the first of January with its old religious associations. Nor were prosecutions allowed in the cases of the senator Carrinas Celer, who was accused by a slave, and of Julius Densus of the equestrian order, whose partiality for Britannicus was being turned into a criminal charge. <''. None |
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9. None, None, nan (1st cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Ahenobarbus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 261; Verhagen (2022) 261
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10. None, None, nan (1st cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius
Found in books: Hanghan (2019) 79; Hitch (2017) 79
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11. None, None, nan (1st cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius Ahenobarbus • Domitius Apollinaris • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 261, 330, 350, 369, 386; König and Whitton (2018) 212; Verhagen (2022) 261, 330, 350, 369, 386
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12. Pliny The Younger, Letters, 1.1, 4.3.3-4.3.5, 7.2, 9.16, 9.36, 9.40 (2nd cent. CE - 2nd cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius • Domitius Marsus
Found in books: Augoustakis (2014) 330; Hanghan (2019) 150, 170; Hitch (2017) 150, 170; Verhagen (2022) 330
| 1.1. To Septicius. You have constantly urged me to collect and publish the more highly finished of the letters that I may have written. I have made such a collection, but without preserving the order in which they were composed, as I was not writing a historical narrative. So I have taken them as they happened to come to hand. I can only hope that you will not have cause to regret the advice you gave, and that I shall not repent having followed it; for I shall set to work to recover such letters as have up to now been tossed on one side, and I shall not keep back any that I may write in the future. Farewell.. ' "
4.3.3. To Arrius Antoninus. That you, like your ancestors of old, have been twice consul, that you have been proconsul of Asia with a record such as not more than one or two of your predecessors and successors have enjoyed - for your modesty is such that I do not like to say that no one has equalled you - that in purity of life, influence and age, you are the principal man of the State, - all these things inspire respect and give distinction, and yet I admire you even more in your retirement. For to season, as you do, all your strict uprightness with charm of manner equally striking, and to be such an agreeable companion as well as such a man of weight, that is no less difficult than it is desirable. Yet you succeed in so doing with wonderful sweetness both in your conversation and above all, when you set pen to paper. For when you talk, all the honey of Homer's old man eloquent * seems to flow from your tongue, and when you write, the bees seem to be busy pouring into every line their choicest essences and charging them with sweetness. That certainly was my impression when I recently read your Greek epigrams and iambics. ** What breadth of feeling they contain, what choice expressions, how graceful they are, how musical, how exact! I thought I was holding in my hands Callimachus or Herodas, or even a greater poet than these, if greater there be, yet neither of these two poets attempted or excelled in both these forms of verse. Is it possible for a Roman to write such Greek? I do not believe that even Athens has so pure an Attic touch. But why go on? I am jealous of the Greeks that you should have elected to write in their language, for it is easy to guess what choice work you could turn out in your mother-tongue, when you have produced such splendid results with an exotic language which has been transplanted into our midst. Farewell. 0 " "4.3.5. To Arrius Antoninus. That you, like your ancestors of old, have been twice consul, that you have been proconsul of Asia with a record such as not more than one or two of your predecessors and successors have enjoyed - for your modesty is such that I do not like to say that no one has equalled you - that in purity of life, influence and age, you are the principal man of the State, - all these things inspire respect and give distinction, and yet I admire you even more in your retirement. For to season, as you do, all your strict uprightness with charm of manner equally striking, and to be such an agreeable companion as well as such a man of weight, that is no less difficult than it is desirable. Yet you succeed in so doing with wonderful sweetness both in your conversation and above all, when you set pen to paper. For when you talk, all the honey of Homer's old man eloquent * seems to flow from your tongue, and when you write, the bees seem to be busy pouring into every line their choicest essences and charging them with sweetness. That certainly was my impression when I recently read your Greek epigrams and iambics. ** What breadth of feeling they contain, what choice expressions, how graceful they are, how musical, how exact! I thought I was holding in my hands Callimachus or Herodas, or even a greater poet than these, if greater there be, yet neither of these two poets attempted or excelled in both these forms of verse. Is it possible for a Roman to write such Greek? I do not believe that even Athens has so pure an Attic touch. But why go on? I am jealous of the Greeks that you should have elected to write in their language, for it is easy to guess what choice work you could turn out in your mother-tongue, when you have produced such splendid results with an exotic language which has been transplanted into our midst. Farewell. 0 " '
7.2. To Justus. How can you reconcile your statement that you are kept constantly busy by your never-ceasing engagements, with your request for something of mine to read, when, as a rule, it is all I can do to get people with plenty of leisure to waste time over my writings? I will therefore let the summer go by, when you are always busy and have no time to yourself, and as soon as winter comes - when I suppose you will at least have some leisure at nights - I will look among my trifles for something suitable to lay before you. In the meantime, I shall do well if my letters do not bore you, but, as that is inevitable, they shall be as brief as possible. Farewell.
9.16. To Mamilianus. I am not surprised that you have been immensely pleased with your sport, considering how productive it was, for you are like the historians when they say that the number of the slain was beyond all computation. Personally, I have neither time nor inclination for sport; no time, because the grape harvest is now on, and no inclination, because it is a poor crop. However, I am drawing off some new verses instead of new must, and as soon as I see that they have fermented I will send them to you, as you have very kindly asked for them. Farewell.
9.36. To Fuscus. You ask me how I spend the day on my Tuscan villa in summer time. Well, I wake at my own sweet will, usually about the first hour, though it is often before, and rarely later. I keep my windows shut, for it is remarkable how, when all is still and in darkness, and I am withdrawn from distracting influences and am left to myself, and free to do what I like, my thoughts are not led by my eyes, but my eyes by my thoughts; and so my eyes, when they have nothing else to look at, only see the objects which are present before my mind. If I have anything on hand, I think it over, and weigh every word as carefully as though I were actually writing or revising, and in this way I get through more or less work, according as the subject is easy or difficult to compose and bear in mind. I call for a shorthand writer, and, after letting in the daylight, I dictate the passages which I have composed, then he leaves me, and I send for him again, and once again dismiss him. At the fourth or fifth hour, according as the weather tempts me - for I have no fixed and settled plan for the day - I betake myself to my terrace or covered portico, and there again I resume my thinking and dictating. I ride in my carriage, and still continue my mental occupation, just as when I am walking or lying down. My concentration of thought is unaffected, or rather is refreshed by the change. Then I snatch a brief sleep and again walk, and afterwards read aloud a Greek or Latin speech, as clearly and distinctly as I can, not so much to exercise the vocal organs as to help my digestion, though it does at the same time strengthen my voice. I take another walk, then I am anointed, and take exercise and a bath. While I am at dinner, if I am dining with my wife or a few friends, a book is read to us, and afterwards we hear a comic actor or a musician; then I walk with my attendants, some of whom are men of learning. Thus the evening is passed away with talk on all sorts of subjects, and even the longest day is soon done. Sometimes I vary this routine, for, if I have been lying down, or walking for any length of time, as soon as I have had my sleep and read aloud, I ride on horseback instead of in a carriage, as it takes less time, and one gets over the ground faster. My friends come in from the neighbouring towns to see me, and take up part of the day, and occasionally, when I am tired, I welcome their call as a pleasant relief. Sometimes I go hunting, but never without my tablets, so that though I may take no game, I still have something to bring back with me. Part of my time too is given to my tets - though in their opinion not enough - and their clownish complaints give me a fresh zest for my literary work and my round of engagements in town. Farewell.
9.40. To Fuscus. You say that you were very pleased to receive my letter * describing how I spend my leisure time in summer at my Tuscan villa, and you ask what changes I make in my routine in winter time at my Laurentine house. None at all, unless it be that I do without a sleep at midday and steal a good deal of the night, either before daybreak or after sunset, and if, as often happens in winter, I find I have some urgent business on hand, then I forego listening to a comic actor or music after dinner, and instead, I revise again and again what I have dictated, and at the same time improve my memory by making frequent corrections. So now you know my routine both in summer and winter, and to these you may add the spring and autumn, which come between the two other seasons. During these I take care to lose nothing of the days, and also nibble a little bit off the nights. Farewell. %%% ''. None |
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13. None, None, nan (4th cent. CE - 4th cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Celsus, Domitius • Ulpianus, Domitius
Found in books: Ando and Ruepke (2006) 131; de Ste. Croix et al. (2006) 217
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14. None, None, nan (5th cent. CE - 5th cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius
Found in books: Hanghan (2019) 73, 79, 83, 89, 91, 150, 170; Hitch (2017) 73, 79, 83, 89, 91, 150, 170
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15. None, None, nan (6th cent. CE - 6th cent. CE)
Tagged with subjects: • Domitius
Found in books: Hanghan (2019) 150; Hitch (2017) 150
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