chasing this poor source network

The lion stood with wide, round eyes awaiting the attack,

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That king who, exiled to the deep recess

The lion stood with wide, round eyes awaiting the attack,

Of Scythian Pontus, held the fates of Rome

The lion stood with wide, round eyes awaiting the attack,

Still in the balances. Where is the land

The lion stood with wide, round eyes awaiting the attack,

That hath not seen my trophies? Icy waves

Of northern Phasis, hot Egyptian shores,

And where Syene 'neath its noontide sun

Knows shade on neither hand (31): all these have learned

To fear Pompeius: and far Baetis' (32) stream,