The Death of Emperor Tacitus

On his sick-bed, the emperor Tacitus: — the labours of the war he had to wage have overburdened his extreme old age: bed-ridden amid the encampment odious, in wretched Tyana, — so far away. His dear Campania now he contemplates: his garden, the villa, the early morning stroll, — the life six months ago that cheered his soul. And in his agony he imprecates the Senate, the malign Senate of the day.

Repudiated

The Eumenides' Footfalls

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