26. Domitian's Circus Games
The Indian hunter by the Eastern mead,
When pale he flies on his Hyrcanian steed,
Sees not as many tigers as have come
To-day, great Sire, to give delight to Rome.
Your games outshine those victory spoils of yore
That Bacchus once from Erythraea bore:
For when dark India to his car did bow,
A pair of tigers were for him enow.
When pale he flies on his Hyrcanian steed,
Sees not as many tigers as have come
To-day, great Sire, to give delight to Rome.
Your games outshine those victory spoils of yore
That Bacchus once from Erythraea bore:
For when dark India to his car did bow,
A pair of tigers were for him enow.
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