Civil War (Oxford World's Classics) by Lucan

By Lucan

Translated via Susan H. Braund

Lucan's epic poem at the civil battle among Caesar and Pompey, unfinished on the time of his demise, stands beside the poems of Virgil and Ovid within the first rank of Latin epic. This newly annotated, loose verse translation conveys the whole strength of Lucan's writing and his grimly sensible view of the topic. The paintings is a strong condemnation of civil conflict, emphasizing the stark, darkish horror of the catastrophies which the Roman nation inflicted upon itself. either the creation and thesaurus set the scene for readers unexpected with Lucan and discover his dating with previous writers of Latin epic, and his curiosity within the sensational.

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