Command th’ assistance of a faithful friend; But feeble are the succors I can send.
Scarce had he said; Achates and his guest, With downcast eyes, their silent grief express’d; Who, short of succors, and in deep despair, Shook at the dismal prospect of the war.
If native pow’r prevail not, shall I doubt To seek for needful succor from without?
Aeneas, gone to seek th’ Arcadian prince, Has left the Trojan camp without defense; And, short of succors there, employs his pains In parts remote to raise the Tuscan swains.
Young Silvia beats her breast, and cries aloud For succor from the clownish neighborhood: The churls assemble; for the fiend, who lay In the close woody covert, urg’d their way.
If so the Fates ordain, Jove commands, Th’ ungrateful wretch should find the Latian lands, Yet let a race untam’d, and haughty foes, His peaceful entrance with dire arms oppose: Oppress’d with numbers in th’ unequal field, His men discourag’d, and himself expell’d, Let him for succor sue from place to place, Torn from his subjects, and his son’s embrace.
He calls new succors, and assaults the prince: But weak his force, and vain is their defense.
Your timely succor to your country bring, Haste to the rescue, and redeem your king.
Not thus I promis’d, when thy father lent Thy needless succor with a sad consent; Embrac’d me, parting for th’ Etrurian land, And sent me to possess a large command.
While fortune favor’d, nor Heav’n’s King denied To lend my succor to the Latian side, I sav’d thy brother, and the sinking state: But now he struggles with unequal fate, And goes, with gods averse, o’ermatch’d in might, To meet inevitable death in fight; Nor must I break the truce, nor can sustain the sight.
His own Praeneste sends a chosen band, With those who plow Saturnia’s Gabine land; Besides the succor which cold Anien yields, The rocks of Hernicus, and dewy fields, Anagnia fat, and Father AmaseneA num’rous rout, but all of naked men: Nor arms they wear, nor swords and bucklers wield, Nor drive the chariot thro’ the dusty field, But whirl from leathern slings huge balls of lead, And spoils of yellow wolves adorn their head; The left foot naked, when they march to fight, But in a…
Then thus she said within her secret mind: "What shall I do? what succor can I find?
Both urge their oars, and fortune both supplies, And both perhaps had shar’d an equal prize; When to the seas Cloanthus holds his hands, And succor from the wat’ry pow’rs demands: "Gods of the liquid realms, on which I row!
These thoughts by night her golden slumbers broke, And thus alarm’d, to winged Love she spoke: "My son, my strength, whose mighty pow’r alone Controls the Thund’rer on his awful throne, To thee thy much-afflicted mother flies, And on thy succor and thy faith relies.
…in his golden bed, With these alluring words invokes his aid; And, that her pleasing speech his mind may move, Inspires each accent with the charms of love: "While cruel fate conspir’d with Grecian pow’rs, To level with the ground the Trojan tow’rs, I ask’d not aid th’ unhappy to restore, Nor did the succor of thy skill implore; Nor urg’d the labors of my lord in vain, A sinking empire longer to sustain, Tho’much I ow’d to Priam’s house, and more The dangers of Aeneas did deplore.
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In a funny way, she sounds like Liv Crawford when she reads from her books, a bit strident, overdramatic, with tones of succor.
Chang-rae Lee -- A Gesture Life
And there is this: although the Home Army, like members of the Resistance elsewhere in Europe, had other concerns besides the succor and safekeeping of the Jews (as indeed there were one or two partisan factions in Poland that remained malignantly anti-Semitic), such help, generally speaking, was still high on their list of priorities; thus it is safe to say that it was at least partly because of their efforts in behalf of some of these incessantly stalked, mortally endangered Jews…