that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked
through!

But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing

Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion.

And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden

Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely
about them;

The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them sorely.

Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their weapons,

An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean;

Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets

Of heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers

That cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin

He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling

Grim ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure

Amphitryon's offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down;

Or Jupiter's menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus

He leaped, the doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons.

While Caesar in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor

In terror flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit

Of Palatine tall: every image she rocks with her message

Announcing this thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean

Is tossing his fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German

Gore, pours from the Alps! Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons

The red panorama of war is unrolled to their vision!

By terror their hearts are divided: two counsels perplex them!

One chooses by land to seek flight: to another, the water

Appeals, and the sea than his own land is safer! Another

Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from Fate's mandate.

The depth of their fear marks the length of their flight! In
confusion

The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven by terror

Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing!

The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor

Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied

With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates

Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold

And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses

Some clasp to their sorrow