Stabb'd hundr'd times by hundr'd friends,
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Blood-cover'd, but glowing white light out the holes—
Stands, turns, and faces:
No danger shalt befall thee now,
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But only divers brilliance,
A space, to me, too short."
The men were silent, frozen;
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Still light pour'd forth,
Making blood-red look milk-white.
Thus spake their sometime Caesar:
"Well I love you, men—
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I'm now to Roman heaven,
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And ample peaceful field;
To reap its gracious yield.
Love your wives and mothers;
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Raise more Roman souls to sit my table!
Here wine awaits, and none of earthly tyranny.
Only for a space too short,
Then current matter swept