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| Herodotus, The Histories (ed. A. D. Godley) | 60 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Richard Hakluyt, The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of the English Nation | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Rhesus (ed. Gilbert Murray) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden). You can also browse the collection for Thracia or search for Thracia in all documents.
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Against our coast appears a spacious land,
Which once the fierce Lycurgus did command,
（Thracia the name—the people bold in war;
Vast are their fields, and tillage is their care,)
A hospitable realm while Fate was kind,
With Troy in friendship and religion join'd.
I land; with luckless omens then adore
Their gods, and draw a line along the shore;
I lay the deep foundations of a wall,
And Aenos, nam'd from me, the city ca
When Troy with Grecian arms was closely pent,
Old Priam, fearful of the war's event,
This hapless Polydore to Thracia sent:
Loaded with gold, he sent his darling, far
From noise and tumults, and destructive war,
Committed to the faithless tyrant's care;
Who, when he saw the pow'r of Troy decline,
Forsook the weaker, with the strong to join;
Broke ev'ry bond of nature and of truth,
And murder'd, for his wealth, the royal youth.
O sacred hunger of pernicious gold!
What bands of faith can impious lucre hold?
Now, when my soul had shaken off her fears,
I call my father and the Trojan peers;
Relate the prodigies of Heav'n, require
What he commands, and their advice desire.
All vote to leave that execrable shore,
Polluted with the blood of Polydore;
But, ere we sail, his fun'ral rites prepare,
Then, to his ghost, a tomb and altars rear.
In mournful pomp the matrons walk the round,
With baleful cypress and blue fillets crown'd,
With eyes dejected, and with hair unbound.
Then bowls of tepid m