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Now came the day desir’d. Then, wrenching with our hands, th’ assault renew; So many sons of gods, in bloody fight, A load of pointless thunder now there lies Your warlike ensigns waving in the wind. Think peace concluded, and the king your friend: By Tullus’ doom: the brambles drink his blood, Gyas outstripp’d the rest, and sprung before: After long tossing on the Tyrrhene sea, Carthaginian coast. And drew a bloody trail along the ground. Here Pluto pants for breath from out his cell, In tents secure, the Tuscan troops abide, Press but an entrance, and presume it won. Then to the patron of his art he pray’d: Or see the tawny lion downward bend. Then thus the prince: “What envious pow’r, O friend, These fill the ditch; those pull the bulwarks down: Green wreaths of bays his length of hair inclose; And the dire forms of hostile gods appear. With haste the frighted mariners obey. Leap on the welcome land, and seek their wish’d repose. Since endless jarrings and immortal hate And all on Juno’s altar are bestow’d. Nor was less bounteous than her Trojan lord. They scud amain, and make the port assign’d. Are bright with flaming swords and brazen shields. Not only Trojans fall; but, in their turn, They seem’d to fear the formidable sight, The bowl that Belus us’d, and all the Tyrian line. But pond’ring future things of wondrous weight; Iulus’ absence could no longer bear, Snoring aloud, and belching from his maw To Pallas, and the sacred hill ascend; To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Ran from the fort, and cried, from far, aloud: With vows are offer’d, and with solemn pray’r: Sergesthus, eager with his beak to press In other forms the military shew. Honour our annual feast; and take your seat, Washing the camp, defends the weaker side. He led the Cures forth, of old renown, propitious to the Moorish race, A land there is, Hesperia call’d of old, Still vanquish’d, yet she still renews the strife. Full in the beams of Phoebe’s ent’ring light. Straight, o’er the guilty ghost, the Fury shakes The wars in order, and the race divine As down the stream he swam, to seek retreat For this, from Trivia’s temple and her wood Ador’d the greater gods: ‘Avert,’ said he, And fix’d and erring stars dispose their influence; The blissful seats of happy souls below. Eager of action, enemy to rest: Loaded with death, that other scale descends. She said. Shall make your good or ill success his own; Tend but to discompose our happy state; Great Mnestheus gave his friend Asham’d at length, to the third charge they ran; His flying coursers please him less and less, The peace polluted thus, a chosen band Meantime the sun descended from the skies, I drag my loathsome days with mortal fright, The sound of trumpets mix’d with fighting cries. Assert thy birthright, and in arms be known, Foretold, alas! And to my single virtue trust the war. Nor with the rising storm would vainly strive, And from the field return inglorious home.” At first affianc’d, and at last betray’d. The hero measur’d first, with narrow view, And hanging by his side a heavy sword, Our narrow kingdom here the Tiber bounds; Euryalus, than whom the Trojan host Then with a close embrace he strain’d his son, She said, and from her quiver chose with speed But chills the Trojan hearts with cold affright: Then, as in years and matchless force he grew, Nor did my daily pains or nightly labour spare. The royal babes a tawny wolf shall drain: Beneath his feet fell haughty Hebrus dead, The dangers of Aeneas did deplore. The work which duty binds me to fulfil. Then, as the winged weapon whizz’d along, (Circe the rich, the daughter of the Sun,) Was hurried hence by too severe a doom.”, Thus, weeping while he spoke, he took his way, Of the just bridegroom, tear the plighted bride: And o’er his shoulder flows his waving mane: The mountain-tops confirm the pleasing sight, The fifty nuptial beds (such hopes had he, They force his guards, and execute his friends. In Libyan deserts wander thus alone.”, His tender parent could no longer bear; The limbs, yet trembling, in the caldrons boil; Inglorious let him live, without a crown. Advancing to the front, the hero stands, Land, where and when you please, with ample leave; He applies himself to celebrate the “While cruel fate conspir’d with Grecian pow’rs, The sides, transpierc’d, return a rattling sound, With blasted limbs came tumbling from above; The temper’d metals clash, and yield a silver sound. Then thus replied the prophetess divine: “If there be here, whose dauntless courage dare First arm thy soldiers for th’ ensuing fight: Of these he chose the fairest and the best, Shall tame fierce nations in the bloody field, And secret seeds of envy, lay behind; Ent’ring, with cries they fill’d the holy fane; Astonish’d Aunus just arrives by chance, And as, when heavy sleep has clos’d the sight, A town that o’er the conquer’d world shall reign. Turns here and there, to scape his Umbrian foe: “Be you my guides, with your auspicious aid, So hot th’ assault, so high the tumult rose, A scepter in his hand) “shall never more What could my fortune have afforded more, Now, studious of the sight, a num’rous throng And from the fields, advancing on a line, Some young Aeneas, to supply your place, Invite thy course, and stretch thy swelling sails: “No Beroe this, tho’ she belies her face! Thus while he wrought, revolving in his mind And tow’ring o’er his head in triumph ride. Nor came I here with hope victory; And Amiternian troops, of mighty fame, Select the purchase Of shields, and painted ships that stem the stream. He said; and falling tears his face bedew: And, on his ample forehead aiming full, His arm to prop his friend, the jav’lin reach’d. On terms agreed, the common country share. We rais’d and dedicate this wondrous frame, ’Tis true, computing times, I now believ’d The man who menaces the gods with arms, All symptoms of a base ungrateful mind, So fierce the hissings of her speckled snakes. Farewell! A town in mourning, and a land in tears; And at the blast the billows dance around. Nor fears the flying darts; she rends her hair, And Aenos, nam’d from me, the city call. For now the Fates prepar’d their sharpen’d shears; Thus fed with holy food, the wondrous guest The ditch with fagots fill’d, the daring foe Then, when he saw no threat’ning tempest nigh, The plowman, passenger, and lab’ring hind Softly he spoke; then striding took his way, By hell below, and by that upper god Two jarring nations join’d in cruel fight, And needlework its happy cost bestows. With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow. Implore the gods, and to their king complain. Join works to works with bridges, tow’r to tow’r: To stain his hallow’d altar with his brood. And open all the furies of her face: But the pure ether of the soul remains. Aeneas went Clear’d, as I thought, and fully fix’d at length Then Nisus thus: “Alas! The peace thus made, the Thund’rer next prepares New toils, new dangers, on the dusty plain. The care of Venus, and the hope of Troy. At length on Libyan realms he fix’d his eyes: Pierc’d all the brazen plates, and reach’d his heart: The lance of Pallas, and the crimson crest, A monstrous phantom, horrible and vast. Whom Phoebus taught unerring prophecy, But from his headstrong horse his fate he found, Of parting friends in close embraces bound. Is death so hard to bear? Drawn up in arms, the rest attend my call.”. Of Brutus, justly drawn, and Rome restor’d. Apollo’s priest, Emonides, was near; No sooner were his eyes in slumber bound, Some guard the passes, others man the wall; His vest and armour are the victor’s prize. Is to the foot of thund’ring Aetna join’d. Twelve days the term allow’d: and, during those, Great as the greatest that the sun beheld. With needful food his hungry Trojans fed; ‘If death be your design, at least,’ said she, Shouts, wishes, and applause run rattling thro’ the skies. Ours is the Trojan, yours th’ Arcadian side. Inviolate, and sacred to the slain. Both brave alike, and equal in command; Or cities which your arms have made your own: With that he roar’d aloud: the dreadful cry A manly vigour, and a foreign line. I seek not now the foremost palm to gain; Venus’ consent, raises a storm, which separates the hunters, and drives And boast no conquest, from a woman slain: Scarce ev’ry second man will share a foe. Confessing great Camilla, save thy shame.” This hold, impervious to the sun, possess’d. New cropp’d by virgin hands, to dress the bow’r: To save our friends, and satisfy our foes. Or in her bosom young Ascanius bears, Much less against the tempest force their way. With mortal hands to meet a mortal foe. And pale Diseases, and repining Age, “Aeneas, landed on the Latian coast, The rising city, which from far you see, While Dares traverses and shifts his place, And one coal-black, to calm the stormy seas. What common needs require, but fear to speak. And spare thy life; I would not perish all. He said; and, pressing onward thro’ the crew, Write not, but, what the pow’rs ordain, relate.”, Struggling in vain, impatient of her load, The raging tempest and the rising waves, Of heavy wheels; or with a mortal wound These glitt’ring spoils (now made the victor’s gain) Whom good Aeneas cheers, and recommends In crowds around, the swarming people join. A length of beard descends, uncomb’d, unclean; All vote to leave that execrable shore, But Cynthia’s maid, high seated, from afar No vessels were in view; but, on the plain, To whom the Father of th’ immortal race, Not one but suffer’d, and too dearly bought With lifted hands alarm’d the seas below: So shines, renew’d in youth, the crested snake, With walls and tow’rs a Libyan town adorn, (Once oxen low’d, where now the lawyers bawl;) Polites, one of Priam’s sons, If great Aeneas and Acestes join These from their caverns, at the close of night, To Latian dogs and fowls he lies a prey! And with his ax repeated strokes bestows In Book I of the Aeneid, Aeneas is shipwrecked on the coast of North Africa, near where the Phoenician queen Dido is building a city that will become Carthage.Aeneas and Dido meet. Some set their shoulders to the pond’rous grain; Not fiery coursers, in a chariot race, All this with wond’ring eyes Aeneas view’d; “All only to deceive unhappy me? Muffled she sate, and, what she could, unknown: And thus in mournful accents eas’d her thought: “My dearest Anna, what new dreams affright Yet, if desire of fame, and thirst of pow’r, The quarry share, their plenteous dinner haste. Fix’d on the deed, but doubtful of the means, His heavier arms lay scatter’d on the plain: A sep’rate grove, thro’ which a gentle breeze The yawning earth rebellows to her call, I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire, Then duteous force they use, and Phoebus’ name, Dire dreams to thee, and iron sleep, he bears; If she presume to save her suff’ring friends! Now dying groans are heard; the fields are strow’d This rising city, which my hands erect: The queen, who saw the foes invade the town, And on the mountain’s brow Petilia stands, Some help to sink new trenches; others aid “Scarce had he said, when on the mountain’s brow And part are to the neighb’ring fields convey’d. And, ravish’d, in Idalian bow’rs to keep, He wrenches out the steel, he roars for pain; The dead and dying Trojans strew the ground. Tack to the larboard, and stand off to sea: And swarthy Memnon in his arms he knew, Th’ Ausonian king beholds, with wond’ring sight, The mists flew upward and dissolv’d in day. When, from the tow’r, she saw the cover’d shore, And boast and bluster in his empty hall.” He scoop’d the water from the crystal flood; Among the crowd, but far above the rest, Fierce Coras and Catillus, void of fear: Of various things discoursing as he pass’d, And saw the town involv’d in fire and smoke. P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid Theodore C. Williams, Ed. But more the goddess made the place divine. But time has made you dote, and vainly tell Such if I stood renew’d, not these alarms, The flood, constrain’d within a scanty space, For ornament, not use, hung idly by his side. Then snatch’d the shining belt, with gold inlaid; To that sweet region was our voyage bent, Hurrying to war, disorder’d in his mind, For which I have sustain’d so long a toil, You come, as by your better genius sent, Came Sages urging on his foamy steed: Amidst the meaner foil of sable jet. Pleas’d to have sail’d so long before the wind, And heard and saw, unmov’d, the Trojan’s pride: Whose holy soul the stroke of Fortune fled, In thee his features and his form I find: (Thus haunting ghosts appear to waking sight, The common crew with wreaths of poplar boughs High on a golden bed: her princely guest ’Twas fam’d, that in our last and fatal night And in a knot his crippled members bound; And strength of stubborn arms and steel are vain. Caulonian tow’rs, and Scylacaean strands, Shut out the woes which he too well divin’d Of hope bereft, I heard my dearest friend, with dying breath, But shall celestial discord never cease? From dying Pallas, and in triumph wore. Some firebrands, others scaling ladders bear, But Lausus, no small portion of the war, And then the sire himself to the dire altar drew. Shorn of his beams, a man to mortal sight. Dissenting clamours in the town arise; I stand resign’d, and am prepar’d to go.’. To drive ’em headlong downward, and to pour He staggers round; his eyeballs roll in death, In wealth surpassing all the Latian train, Their temples, and abandon to the spoil At length, as fate and her ill stars requir’d, Ye Trojan bands, without the least delay So Dido shall be yours, Aeneas mine: With olive the presents they shall bear, Undaunted to the battle if we go, Ere to the lust of lawless Jove betray’d: And smoking torches, on the ships they cast. Death is my choice; but suffer me to try Are banish’d earth; and, for the wrath of one, for, if my verse can give Then just Aeneas equal arms supplied, King Latinus entertains Aeneas, and promises him his only daughter, Lavinia, He clos’d the child within the hollow space; No change in age, or diff’rence in degree. The shouts of sailors double near the shores; Congeal with fear, my hair with horror stood: I learn to pity woes so like my own.” He seeks, and to the combat calls in vain. Here modest matrons, in soft litters driv’n, Run madly forward to revenge the slain. “Then to Chaonia’s port our course we bend, The wrathful youth, disdaining the relief, The camp deserted, where the Grecians lay: Jove sets the beam; in either scale he lays Then with their sharpen’d fangs their limbs and bodies grind. His crest of horses’ hair is blown behind His brawny back and ample breast he shows, Below the lofty mounts: on either side With forest mast and fatt’ning marshes fed, He said; and straight a whirling dart he sent; Borne in the Tiger thro’ the foaming sea; For twice five days the good old seer withstood When to fat off’rings the glad augur calls, Fell without fault, our quarrel to maintain. And spur their smoking steeds to cross their way, In length of train descends her sweeping gown; You shall not find the sons of Atreus here, The faithless waves, not half so false as thou, Of Priam’s royal race my mother came— A piebald steed of Thracian strain he press’d; The Grecian camp, and saw their navy ride. His other wav’d a long divining wand. Leap’d headlong from the heights; the flames consum’d the rest. Last, from the Volscians fair Camilla came, He, from his nostrils huge mouth, expires The name itself was grateful; I exhort The sound approach’d; and suddenly he view’d Forsakes her limbs; her veins no longer beat: Now take your turn; and, as a brother should, Who fled her father’s rage, and, with a train In his Aetnaean forge, the God of Fire Look round the wood, with lifted eyes, to see Lagus, the first he met, with fate to foe, The spreading rumour round the people ran; My limbs, not feeling wounds, nor fearing death. When crimson Xanthus, doubtful of his way, Flows from the trunk, that welters in the blood, And, shiver’d by the force, come piecemeal down. Against a yielded man, ’tis mean ignoble strife.”. To his last hour of unrepenting death. Runs breathless to the place, and breaks the crowd. But smoothly slide along, and swell the shore, And rush undaunted to defend the walls. Euryalus a boy of blooming years, From the forbidden space his men retir’d. From Greece a secret passage under ground, Sacred, O Phoebus, from his birth to thee; If fate and you reserve these eyes, to see This base deserter of his native land. But from a knotted lance, large, heavy, strong, Thy town, thy senate, and thy colony! Let him pursue the promis’d Latian shore. And Haemon first; but soon repuls’d they fly, Beyond the solar year, without the starry way, Were Troy restor’d, and Priam’s happy reign, To dare beyond the task he first design’d. The beasts, who miss’d their mates, fill’d all around “Where can you hope your coward heads to hide? Go seek thy promis’d kingdom thro’ the main! Where the proud mother views her precious brood, O’erwhelm’d with darts, which from afar they fling: Or had not men been fated to be blind, At this the lovely nymph, with grief oppress’d, And thoro’ lights disclose the ravish’d prey. The lustful pair in lawless pleasure drown’d, Whom fate had from their tender mothers torn, For murder’d Lausus, on his cruel foe; Pity the fortunes of a falling race. And pitch their toils around the shady plain. could this frail being give, Can gratitude in Trojan souls have place! Which myriads of our martial men surround. He tears her bowels, and her breast he gores; And lab’ring underneath the pond’rous god, In vain, the fated skin is proof to wounds; When first the Trojan fleet Ausonia sought, Inspire your poet in his high design, Restor’d with poisonous herbs, his ardent sides Admits into her throne and nuptial bed And, till Aeneas shall Lavinia wed, And hopes and fears alternate in their face. Or your own beauties or my love distrust? On the smooth pavement of an empty court; The laws of either nation be the same; Form’d in a wedge, the foot approach the wall. The trembling rowers from their banks arise, The queen a legion to King Turnus sent; Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright; Some dry their corn, infected with the brine, Unharness’d chariots stand along the shore: Down to the deep abyss the flaming felon strook. Here Tiber flows, and here Numicus stands; And now the latter watch of wasting night, She prosecutes the ghost of Troy with pains, Their empty menace, and unmov’d remains. In causeless quarrels has involv’d your state, And say I sent thee to the shades below, Thy needful cares, so near a hostile town, Go happy hence, and seek your new abodes, The trembling dotard to the deck he drew; He tugs with both his hands, and breaks the dart. So from our arms surpris’d Androgeos flies. And wanton goats without a keeper stray’d. With late repentance now they would retrieve Involv’d his anxious life in endless cares, A passage thro’ the jointed arms it found, “Ye brave young men, what equal gifts can we, And to the loosen’d reins permits the laws. The Scipios’ worth, those thunderbolts of war, His greedy grinning jaws, just op’d to roar. Then sought the queen: she took him to her arms All white herself, and white her thirty young. And far away the Daunian hero bears. Thou, king of horned floods, whose plenteous urn Shew their distress, and beg a swift relief. Her soft embraces soon infuse desire; And next by rocky Neritos we steer: This done—to give new terror to his foes, It costs him dear to be the Phrygians’ friend. Then to the Capitol in triumph move, A new Marcellus shall arise in thee! For arms and justice equally renown’d, Creusa still I call; at length she hears, And in mid ocean left them moor’d a-land. He left his native land for Italy! And sends him to redeem th’ abandon’d plain. If Pallas had arriv’d, with equal length Old Iphitus and I were hurried thence, The crowding troops about their gen’ral stand, Renews their ardour, and restores the fight. Rais’d with success, the Dolphin swiftly ran; And twice as deep as earth is distant from the skies. And now both hosts their broken troops unite And brush the liquid seas with lab’ring oars. Revenge, and jealous rage, and secret spite, Uncurl their ridgy backs, and at his foot appear. Attend his steps; the rest their weapons take, And left his wedge within the cloven oak, Loud strokes, and hissings of tormented steel, Prepar’d for fight; the fatal dart arrives, Jetzt eBook herunterladen & mit Ihrem Tablet oder eBook Reader lesen. The murmur ceas’d: then from his lofty throne Their scatter’d fires! And seal’d their heavy lids in endless rest. Th’ ambiguous god, who rul’d her lab’ring breast, He said, and to the void advanc’d his pace: The war at hand appears with more affright, Ascanius, manly far beyond his years, On heav’n she cast her eyes, she sigh’d, she cried, So fought the Trojan boys in warlike play, And thrice, with loud laments, they hail the dead. High on a mounting wave my head I bore, But still the stubborn earth the steel detain’d. Then Rome was poor; and there you might behold The bones of Latians blanch the neighb’ring shore. Nor Bacchus, turning from his Indian war, Who till Fescennian or Flavinian lands. And send me thunderstruck to shades below!” From stem to stern by waves was overborne: Affect his heav’n, and force him from the sky. Before that fatal news my soul shall wound!” His blotted form, and blushing to be known; The silent plague thro’ the green timber eats, . But adds a sign, which, present to their eyes, Above the rest, as chief of all the band, The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies, He said; and, leaping down without delay, “What shall I do? High o’er his head, with this reproachful word: Of heav’nly part, and part of earthly blood, He spreads his canvas; with his pole he steers; Virgil: Aeneid Book 1 (Lines 1-209, 418-440, 494-578) Book I. For his beginning life from biting steel was free. But their destruction, and the Trojans’ good? For, from Pelorus’ point, the North arose, But shaded with a length of yellow hair: Unwilling left the light, and sought the nether shade. Attend her curses and avenge her death! His nervous arms the weighty gauntlet wield, The port, so long desir’d, at length we found; Here must we fix on high the golden bough.”. Unfaded yet, but yet unfed below, Amazement seizes all; the gen’ral cry The leaders are distinguish’d from the rest; Had left behind the fair Sicilian shores, Stopp’d in the rear, and gave a vent to grief: And just revenge against the tyrant fir’d, And every soul is fill’d with equal flame; Young Ornithus bestrode a hunter steed, With friendly welcome, at a homely treat.” Before Apollo’s porch of Parian stone; The queen, whom sense of honour could not move, From dice and wine the youth retir’d to rest, Groans the sad earth, resounds the rattling sky. Their doomed love is set against Aeneas' destiny as founding father of Rome. This Drances aggravates; and adds, with spite: Secure of steel, and fated from the fire, Had found success, and from the cloud retires. Sighs, groans, and tears proclaim his inward pains; And thrice I sent him to the Stygian shore, To meet in arms th’ intruding Trojan guest, Whom first we serve, whole woods of unctuous pine Couldst thou presume to scape, when I pursue?” Not unreveng’d the foe shall see my fall. And would by force restore the banish’d kings. To lay in ashes, if they dare supply Like the sun’s disk or like a Grecian shield. Then paid their off’rings in a sacred grove Then said: ‘Alas! ’Tis fate diverts our course, and fate we must obey. And sought my father’s aid, to be restor’d: With sacrifice the wrathful queen appease: On these he mus’d within his thoughtful mind, Yet think, O think, if mercy may be shown, And bare expos’d the bosom of the deep; Swoln with success; and loudly thus she cried: The shepherd Alsus thro’ the flying crowd, The nearer they approach, the more is known Pay vows to Juno; Juno’s aid implore. Beheld the progress of the moving war: The broken truce, or for the breach atone. The hero, who beheld with wond’ring eyes Nor sleep nor ease the furious queen can find; Their own abodes: we, feeble few, conspire One chief had fled, and t’ other giv’n the chase: And incense offer’d to th’ offended maid. Of sounding lashes and of dragging chains. Soon as the field inclos’d she had in view, I bid my friends for vengeance then prepare, Not one of those my hand shall toss in vain This news my scouts confirm, and I prepare And ev’ry woe the Trojans underwent; Full in the midst of this infernal road, With pray’rs and vows the Dryads I atone, (which are transformed into sea nymphs,) and assaults his camp. Like swarming bees, and with delight survey Slidd’ring thro’ clotter’d blood and holy mire, And now the rising day renews the year; Which I will sum in short. He rolls along in blood, and breathes his last. Mankind, it seems, is made for you alone; Appears, no more Creusa, nor my wife, As for my sepulcher, let Heav’n take care. And, after this, to Circe’s island veer; These are my theme, and how the war began, “Which way, companions? And vain efforts and hurtless blows he makes. While yet they crowd the rural theatre. Whose common suit Camilla thus commends: Fierce tigers, rein’d and curb’d, obey thy will.) Amid the scatt’ring fires he lay supinely spread. Soon grows the pigmy to gigantic size; Of still Elorus, and his fruitful bounds. set sail, and swiftly row! Gilded his arms, embroider’d was his vest. These thoughts by night her golden slumbers broke, Aeneas, fir’d with fury, breaks the crowd, From hence were heard, rebellowing to the main, Thy hand o’er towns the fun’ral torch displays, From the tough root the ling’ring weapon freed. Nor flames, destroy’d, in Troy’s unhappy hour! The terms are all agreed; the war is mine. Tho’ then disguis’d in death, and smear’d all o’er By my great sire, by his establish’d name, Their fury makes an instrument of war. Meantime the Trojan troops, with weeping eyes, Swift is her walk, more swift her winged haste: On Lerna’s lake a silent life he led, Thro’ various hazards and events, we move Now had the morning thrice renew’d the light, I strove to speak: but horror tied my tongue; But, where void spaces on the walls appear, If the contended field we bravely fought, At King Aulestes, by his purple known And dance aloft in air, and skim along the ground; From their demolish’d tow’rs the Trojans throw Twelve golden beams around his temples play, And, that her pleasing speech his mind may move, Meantime imperial Jove to Juno spoke, We saw their stern distorted looks, from far, To raging winds and roaring waves oppos’d, Restor’d to vital air our hidden foes, Nor swore the ruin of unhappy Troy, Nisus observ’d the discipline, and said: Pure oil and incense on the fire they throw, His hand and all his habit smear’d with blood. For me, my friends another town shall frame, But ev’ry drop this living tree contains Scorch’d, and to distance drove the scatter’d throng. Striding he pass’d, impetuous as the wind, All in that universal sorrow share, Oppress our arms: with equal strength we go, Adorns the skies, and puts the stars to flight; The people’s treasure, and the pomp of priests. And push’d the vessel o’er the swelling tide. ’Tis the last summons to receive our doom. Confus’d the fight, and more confus’d the cry. Then their slain leader to the camp convey. Which Philoctetes with his troops commands. Upon these friendly shores and flow’ry plains, the causes and the crimes relate; The ship’s reward; with gen’rous wine beside, The shouting crew their ships with garlands bind, A rattling tempest, and a hail of blows. Scarce had he spoken, when the cloud gave way, Or dreadful visions in our dreams by night.) One who delights in wars and human woes. But truly tell, was it for force or guile, At last, having been before Our hopes must centre on ourselves alone. Penthisilea there, with haughty grace, So seizes the grim wolf the tender lamb, We come not with design of wasteful prey, Wars, horrid wars, I view; a field of blood, Two prizes I propose, and thus divide: In smoky flames, and catches on his friends. Behold, his mournful followers bear him slain! Nor knew to fix revenge: “But thou,” he cries, The notes and names, inscrib’d, to leafs commits. Nor such our strength, nor such is our desire; Regard the fortunes of thy rising heir: Shook high above her head a flaming pine; Th’ unpleasing news, the Trojans are descried, Laocoon, Neptune’s priest by lot that year, Thou shalt behold a sow upon the ground, He set abroach, and for the feast prepar’d, Constrain’d him in a bird, and made him fly, Transfix’d he fell, and doubled to the ground. Whom with three lives Feronia did endue; The fame thro’ all the neighb’ring nations flew, In vain, with lifted hands and gazing eyes, Ev’n in the sight of home, the wretched sire sends his son Pallas with him. Provokes their duty, and prevents their fear: Or bellowing clouds burst with a stormy sound, “These monsters for the Trojans’ fate are meant, When from his lofty couch he thus began: Thrice he the sword assay’d, and thrice the flood; She raves, she runs with a distracted pace, I should not then complain to live bereft Does young Ascanius life and health enjoy, The Sibyl foretells Aeneas the adventures he should meet with in Italy. (O had I stay’d, with poverty content!) There kings receiv’d the marks of sov’reign pow’r; The champion’s chariot next is seen to roll, For, anxious, from Evander when he went, Then on a bier, with purple cover’d o’er, The wanton sallies of my wand’ring lord. Stretch’d at his length, he spurns the swarthy ground; He heav’d it at a lift, and, pois’d on high, The spoils, in battle taken from the foe: And skipp’t and skulk’d, and under hatches went. He calls new succours, and assaults the prince: Published biannually, Classical Antiquity explores interdisciplinary research and discussion of major issues throughout the field of classics, including Greek and Roman literature, history, archaeology, art, philosophy and philology — Bronze Age through Late Antiquity. Nor great subverter of the Trojan tow’rs, Scarce sev’n, the thin remainders of my fleet, If any spark of pity still remain; Nor their fam’d father, wont in war to go He said; and, striding, issued on the plain. And, with a loving force, to Pheneus brought. Before the joyful altars join their hands: Pretend a peace, and yet provoke a war! “O patroness of arms, unspotted maid, Whom late the bird of Jove had driv’n along, Then, darting fire from her malignant eyes, His crest is rash’d away; his ample shield Expos’d, in muddy weeds, upon the miry shore. Or exercise their spite in human woe? From which your ancestors derive their birth. The son (inhuman) in the father’s view, In shining armour once again I sheathe Her heav’nly limbs distill’d a briny sweat. With lifted hands and eyes, invokes relief; Yet, after all his boasts, forsook the fight, With noise say nothing, and in parts divide. Hard elements of unauspicious war, Vain tales inventing, and prepar’d to pray, And tread in ev’ry step he trod before. My Tyrians, at their injur’d queen’s command, With young Coroebus, who by love was led From all, and ev’n her sister, she conceal’d. Deep in the palace, of long growth, there stood Good unexpected, evils unforeseen, And peaceful Italy involv’d in arms. From pole to pole the forky lightning flies; His bow and quiver, and his plumy pride; And chose a thousand horse, the flow’r of all His quiv’ring spear, and all the god applied. And threat’ning oracles denounce the war. That bath’d within, or basked upon his side, Their eagles, lost in Carrhae’s bloody plain. These are the crimes with which they load the name He twice assay’d to cast his son in gold; The Fury bath’d them in each other’s blood; To greet my Pallas with such news below.”. Besides the succour which cold Anien yields, And o’er the seas his sov’reign trident rears, And spoils of yellow wolves adorn their head; Forsook the weaker, with the strong to join; Then are they happy, when by length of time His corslet pierc’d, and reach’d his heart at last. “An island in th’ Aegaean main appears; Close in the rear the Tuscan troops pursue, With hail, and thunder, and tempestuous rain; Nor wanted voice belied, nor vaunting sound. By huntsmen and their eager hounds oppos’d, And at their backs a mighty Trojan throng, And with his nets and angle earn’d his bread; Struck with the sight, and seiz’d with rage divine, And Briareus with all his hundred hands; Close underneath the walls; the washing tide Before his ample chest the frothy waters fly. An emulating zeal inspires his train: Soon as the prince appears without the gate, Who, short of succours, and in deep despair, That scarce the victor forc’d the steel away. Then, with soft accents, and a pleasing look, The matrons prosecute their mad design: Those golden spoils, and in a worse he wore. With cakes and incense, and their aid implores. Securely shall repay with rites divine; ‘Troy is no more, and Ilium was a town! The word is giv’n; with eager speed they lace Which aids the cure, with this foments the part; Two pond’rous gauntlets down in open view; The gods permitted not, that you, with me, Of Ithacus, he stood no longer mute; And, lest new fears disturb thy happy state, And poets worthy their inspiring god; The fierce avenger came with bounding haste; He hears and judges each committed crime; And leave the cities and the shores behind. “Unhappy queen! A martial race, and rule the Latian land, They sate; and, (not without the god’s command,) The thing call’d life, with ease I can disclaim, But a sure promise of a settled sky, What souls he sent below the Stygian shade, Ev’n in their lines and trenches they contend, There stood a tow’r, amazing to the sight, Few paths of human feet, or tracks of beasts, were worn. Within their walls the Trojan host inclose: The tumult mix’d with shrieks, laments, and cries, Mimas his birth from fair Theano drew, Of Argives, and of old Sicanian bands, Or thrown for food to monsters of the sea.”. The fourth renews the light, and, from our shrouds, Nor pious blessing taken, her I leave, Who, but so known a dastard, dares to say? With scorn replied, and made this bold defence: Invade the field with half so swift a pace; And led the mountain troops that Nursia sent. Like them, with age; a late and useless aid. The purple death is pitch’d along the strand. Now with full force his spear young Pallas threw, Of ancient building, and of high renown, Thou may’st infuse thy venom in her veins.” If any farther hopes in arms remain, The Trojan saw, and turn’d his ships to shore. You seek th’ Italian shores, foredoom’d by fate: And, fed with stronger food, invade the skies. Turnus, being in love with her, favoured by her mother, Mezentius sees him thro’ the squadrons ride, With these foreboding words restrains their hate: Cloanthus on the sea-green Scylla stood, The few, so cleans’d, to these abodes repair, His former acts secure his present fame, If ever Dido, when you most were kind, Tumbling, it chok’d the flood: on either side Drench’d in his gore, the destin’d sacrifice. And that the gen’rous mind, releas’d by death, And set whole heaps of conquer’d shields on fire; Forsake the pleasing shore, and plow the deep. Nor these the steeds which Diomede bestrode, Nor ask I life, nor fought with that design: The robb’d Palladium, the pretended flight: And lead my footsteps, till the branch be found, The lance of Turnus reach’d him as he hung, And much he blames the softness of his mind, But old Anchises, in a flow’ry vale, And what he says and swears, regards no more And all the wounds he for his country bore In plaintive accents she began the war, Roll in his breast, and rouse him to the fight. Then, when along the crooked shore we hear While we behold such dauntless worth appear Sublime in fame, and Rome’s imperial place: Who courted Clytius in his beardless bloom, Still for the growing liver digg’d his breast; The paths of honour, and a crown in view? If glory cannot move a mind so mean, He stares, and shakes, and finds it vain to fly; To future good our past and present woes. My life’s companion, and my bosom friend: Thamyris and Pholus, masters of the war, Gath’ring at length on her deluded foe, Heaps of spent arrows fall, and strew the ground; And where with shoaly fords Vulturnus roars, Till the last ebbing soul return’d no more— Whom Pallas urg’d the treaty to confound, Then thus he pray’d, and fix’d on heav’n his eyes: “O mother, do not by your tears prepare With us, one common shelter thou shalt find, Shalt share my morning song and ev’ning vows. The Salii sing, and cense his altars round Thus, wand’ring in my way, without a guide, Then round th’ Italian coast your navy steer; They wake before the day to range the wood, But my own crime, for having liv’d too long. And, spurring on, his equals soon o’erpass’d; Roll’d on a heap, the breathless robber lies. Till, by the fury of the storm full blown, You best remember, and alone can tell. Their eyes in balmy sleep and soft repose: And a new Diomede in arms appears. Such bounteous presents to your Trojan friend; Next, for his friends and royal host he sent, From impious arms, nor violate the peace! Devote my soul. There fix’d, and there the seat of empire chose, The Cyclops here their heavy hammers deal; Glitt’ring in arms, he shone amidst the crowd; The realms of ocean and the fields of air Or in a haughty master’s arms to lie. Sev’n mighty bodies with their blood distain. that haughty wish is vain! Great Neptune, Pallas, and Love’s Queen defy: His father’s hydra fills his ample shield: Despairing of success, ambitious to be slain! And, lighting on thy prow, the form of Phorbas wears. Around the space of earth, and seas, and skies. Dispell’d the breathing air, that broke his flight: Then, settling on the sea, the surges sweep, Ev’n by those gods who refug’d her abhorr’d. Such dangers as on seas are often seen, Exalted each a nymph: forsake the sand, Our onset shall be made in open light. The mole is left unfinish’d to the foe; An upper vest, once Helen’s rich attire, Soon on the Libyan shore descends the god, The fearful pigeon flutters in her bands, Shuffled in winds the rest, and toss’d in empty air. That sacred forest to Silvanus vow’d, And Phlegethon’s innavigable flood, The cavern glares with new-admitted light. In hopes to reconcile their heav’nly foe. Rush on for entrance, till they choke the gate. In times to come, O’erthrew; nor Phoebus could their fate prevent. His hugy bulk on sev’n high volumes roll’d; What I perform’d, and what I suffer’d there; Driv’n like a flock of doves along the sky, Whose valour made the Trojans quit their ground; Some drive the cars, and some the coursers rein; At this, so fast her flying feet she sped, By adverse air, and rustles in the wind. Black clouds of smoke, amidst his father’s fires, And guards with arms the Salentinian fields; I live not by my fault: The Trojans shake With censers first they fume the sacred shrine, The cave of Mars was dress’d with mossy greens: With eyes that roll in death, and with distorted face. Unknowing of the cause, Arm’d like the rest the Trojan prince appears, Each was a cause alone; and all combin’d A beard of ice on his large breast depends. My goddess mother, whose indulgent care Caught into life, in fiery fumes they rise, Before the love-sick lady heard the news; While ours defend, and while the Greeks oppose In numbers thus they sung; above the rest, And wait with longing looks their promis’d guide. And broken beaks of ships, the trophies of their wars. Then thus, with winged words, the god began, The Aeneid . He strove th’ immediate rival’s hope to cross, Of your indanger’d fleet may claim your confidence. Petition, while you public arms prepare; And choirs of Tritons crowd the wat’ry way. Nor grudge th’ alliance I so gladly made. Of many things some few I shall explain, There offers chosen sheep. And all th’ Eretian pow’rs; besides a band The banks of Amasene at length he gains: The raging flood his farther flight restrains, We saw the giant shepherd stalk before There sought the queen’s apartment, stood before Whom when I saw resolv’d in arms to fall, Then, unobserv’d, I pass by Juno’s church: While these affairs in distant places pass’d, Then ranks the Thracians in the second row, Above the brims they force their fiery way; As flames among the lofty woods are thrown Drawn from their lines, and issuing on the plain, It well becomes a sister’s care to try.”. And call’d the light-foot Opis to her aid, He takes the spoil, enjoys the princely dame; Nor less by land than sea my deeds declare And in her greedy whirlpool sucks the tides; But, in the palace of the king, appears Yet his untimely fate th’ Angitian woods Thus, with a falt’ring tongue, she speaks at length: “‘Are you alive, O goddess-born?’ she said, Roll’d in his eyes, and rag’d within his breast. Sacrator laid Hydaspes on the plain; With silent grief, that speaks but at his eyes. Urge their success, and call the willing winds; There, pitching on his shoulders and his head, Maia the fair, on fame if we rely, With prosp’rous passage cut the Tuscan sea; His son, the second Virbius, yet retain’d And cleaves the chin with one continued wound; The massy spear, which, hissing as it flew, Nor time, nor pity, can remove her hate: Till the loud clamours reach Evander’s ears: Him from afar she spied, in arms unknown: Blown from the south supplied our swelling sails. When heav’n’s propitious pow’rs refuse their aid! Characters All Characters Aeneas Juno Turnus Dido Virgil Symbols All Symbols The … Love the first motions of the lover hears, The rival archers in a line advance, Not far from him was Gyas laid along, Like that rapacious bird, infest our land: The Pleiads, Hyads, and their wat’ry force; Raise all thy winds; with night involve the skies; And, unsustain’d, the chiefs of Turnus yield. The guileful god about the hero long, Diverts our present woes, at least suspends. Then round the rock they steer, and seek the former shores. But all in pieces flies the traitor sword, ’Tis true, Messapus, fearless of his fate, Sichaeus, known But could not bear th’ unequal combat long; Thus dolphins in the deep each other chase The rapid rains, descending from the hills, The great Messapus yet remains our friend: They turned their prows to the sea, secured the ships’ anchors, by the grip of their flukes, and the curved boats lined the beach. Then Numitor from his dead brother drew They rake the yet warm ashes from below; To seal his sacred vow, by Styx he swore, Some place the chargers on the grassy soil; (Not in the rolls of future fate untaught) She said, and, sliding, sunk upon the plain: When she retires victorious from the chase, O Muse! forces Turnus to a duel, and concludes the poem with his death. Already some presag’d the dire event, The foe, securely drench’d in sleep and wine, (Such is our doom), a chief renown’d in war, Such on Eurotas’ banks, or Cynthus’ height, Of martial tow’rs the founder shall become, Long infamous for ships and sailors lost, Long labours, both by sea and land, he bore, And the pale sinner, with her sisters, takes. All, clad in skins of beasts, the jav’lin bear, Thus far the fate of Troy, from place to place, The fights and figures of illustrious men, “Short bounds of life are set to mortal man. The staff of my declining days, my son, The Veline fountains, and sulphureous Nar, Alcides found the fraud; with rage he shook, the cause? Protects his parent, and prevents the blow. Her vot’ry’s death, nor; with vain sorrow grieve. And you, my lords of Tyre, your vows address The Trojan and the Tuscan forces join: Since on our friendly shore your ships are driv’n: The wretch had hardly made his dungeon fast; Now low on earth the lofty chief is laid, His tender neck, and comb’d his silken hide, And now he holds, or thinks he holds, his prey: And well the royal boy his Thracian steed became. And now the mighty Centaur seems to lead, The shield of Pallas, and renew their gold. To future fight his manly courage warms: Was hung on high, and glitter’d from afar, And, ere the trumpet sounds, resign the field? And held a branch of olive in his hand, Ev’n the mute walls relate the warrior’s fame, Had Heav’n decreed that I should life enjoy, Our minds to dare, and gives the ready fires. A wooden tow’r with flames already blaz’d, Nor I, his mighty sire, could ward the blow. Classical Antiquity But when the rage of hunger was repress’d, And threefold Hecate, with her hundred names, Weak as I am, can I, alas! And these (as was the Teuton use of old) Oppress’d with heavy sleep the former fell, Our second Pergamus is doom’d to fall? For, since on ev’ry sea, on ev’ry coast, Ere Hecate came. Ocnus was next, who led his native train And the resisting air the thunder broke; He leaves the hilly pass, the woods in vain Epeus, who the fatal engine fram’d. I might have promis’d to myself those harms, In this high temple, on a chair of state, What fun’ral pomp shall floating Tiber see, What vows avail to cure a bleeding heart! Before the throne of angry Jove they stand, And load my shoulders with a willing freight. From thence the tide of fortune left their shore, Old Saturn, with his crooked scythe, on high; Thus having said, involv’d in clouds, she flies, And such as, born beneath the burning sky When Hector’s ghost before my sight appears: If one defeat has brought us down so low, And wash’d his wounds by Tiber’s yellow flood: Then answer’d briefly, with a royal grace: This arm unaided shall assert your right: And guard this relic of the Trojan race, To crush the people that conspir’d her fall. He cleaves the crowd, and, favour’d by the night, I ow’d my people these, and, from their hate, In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain. And meet their ardour in the middle space. The herald summons all, and then proclaims The queen, determin’d to the fatal deed, Appear’d his plumy crest, besmear’d with blood: And with the brand of coward blot my name; Foredoom’d, to these celestial seats are due. Now let him perish, since you hold it good, As often as the night obscures the skies Whose thunder signs the peace, who seals it with his nod; Or till Hyarba shall in triumph lead He rose, and took th’ advantage of the times, What Turnus, bold and violent, design’d; The rushing leap, the doubtful progeny, With Troy in friendship and religion join’d. Her well-fed offspring at her udders hung; Frauds, fears, and fury have possess’d the state, To build a town, with statutes to restrain Thus riding on his curls, he seem’d to pass then is the common breath Clam’rous around the royal hawk they fly, And feet were giv’n him but to speed his flight. And name of Troy, with that detested town. Where Atlas turns the rolling heav’ns around, Plead better at the bar; describe the skies, Her loathing eyes, and shuns the sight of day. “’Twas in the dead of night, when sleep repairs And send the willing sacrifice below!”. Whom in Egerian groves Aricia bore, The waves unruffle and the sea subsides. An antique stone he saw, the common bound The vanquish’d and the victor shall be join’d, To loose their fetters, or their force allay. Which, O! “O Turnus, I adjure thee by these tears, Helms, bits emboss’d, and swords of shining steel; Let not my pray’rs a doubtful answer find; These thro’ the country took their wasteful course, Of heroes, whose dismember’d hands yet bear All stand amaz’d—a second jav’lin flies Th’ Italian shore At first, while fortune favour’d neither side, Bid him with speed the Tyrian court forsake; Unknowing of a train conceal’d so well, Meantime the hero cuts the nightly tide: Her age and anguish from these rites detain,” This part is nam’d from Ilium, that from Troy, With purple blushing, and the day arise. In the great Centaur took the leading place; Not free from tears, her heav’nly sire bespoke: “O King of Gods and Men! Now Turnus rolls aloof o’er empty plains, The sleeping guardians of the castle slew, Clogg’d with his clothes, and cumber’d with his years: And pierc’d with pity, hastens her relief. Unbar their gates, and issue in a throng, Th’ unfledg’d commanders and their martial train And flew sublime, and vanish’d in a cloud. Nor, tho’ provok’d, in open fields advance, There let them build and settle, if they please; The rest impower’d, that soon a truce is made. The graceless monster, caught in open day, Cloy’d with possession, he forsook my bed, His table on the turf, with cakes of bread; Cries, threats, and loud laments, and mingled war: Join’d by the length of a blind gallery, And empty dreams on ev’ry leaf are spread. And frighted Turnus trembled as she spoke. This new Achilles, let him take the field, Took a new bent obliquely, and betwixt Driv’n on the wings of winds, whole sheets of fire, BkVI:1-55 The Temple at Cumae So Aeneas spoke, weeping, gave his fleet full rein, and glided at last to the shores of Euboean Cumae. This is what Heav’n allows me to relate: The rest refresh the scaly snakes that fold Wet with descending show’rs, and stiff with cold, His blooming beauty, with his tender tears, Of ev’ry Latian fair whom Jove misled Thro’ seas and lands as we thy steps attend, And Tiber rolling with a purple flood. A second time we ran to tempt our death, His head rais’d high on tapestry beneath, What terrors from her frowning front arise! In spinning, or the loom, she spends the night, Thro’ shield and corslet forc’d th’ impetuous way, With pious haste, but vain, they next invade; Where’er he flies, he drives the rack before, Now scarce the Trojan fleet, with sails and oars, Yet one remain’d, the messenger of Fate: (Queen Dido’s gift,) about his waist he wore; With strength like his, the Trojan hero stood; The well-deserving stranger entertain; My waves shall wash the walls of mighty Rome.”. He pois’d, and aim’d, and launch’d the trembling spear. And pray to Heav’n for peace, but pray too late. And ev’ry baleful green denoting death. On which with belching flames Chimaera burn’d: And claps his quiv’ring tail between his thighs: Thus menacing, he still pursues the course, Advancing in a line, they couch their spears; And fumes of incense in the fanes abound. Th’ Italian shores are granted you to find, With furious haste to the loud summons flew. Trains of inferior gods his triumph grace, Dauntless he rose, and to the fight return’d; Ah! Then thus the sire: “The souls that throng the flood And thus alarm’d, to winged Love she spoke: Both urge their oars, and fortune both supplies, Priests of unblemish’d lives here make abode, And, landed, to Buthrotus’ heights ascend. The prince pursued the parting deity “What fate, O goddess-born; what angry pow’rs The hoofs of horses, with a rattling sound, And their left arm sustains a length of shield. Why may not we, like you, a foreign race, Sustain’d the madness of the noisy throng. Resists the royal hawk; and, tho’ oppress’d, The steed seem’d sensible, while thus he spoke: To raise such mountains on the troubled main? High o’er the grass, hissing he rolls along, All keep aloof, and safely shout around; Struck with so great a name, and all on fire, ‘Nor tears, nor cries, can give the dead relief. Return, and thro’ the frighted city spread She cast him backward as he strove to rise, Forelaid and taken, while he strove in vain And shews them all the shining fields below. Four towns are under each; but all obey Despair of life the means of living shows.’ Invite thy passage, and inspire thy sails? Ascanius said no more. Yet miss’d so narrow, that he cut the cord “Can Saturn’s issue, and heav’n’s other heir, Tydides, bravest of the Grecian train! In long array—th’ achievements of the dead. All beat their breasts, and echoes rend the sky. That, scarce distinguish’d, seem to stud the seas. Inclose, and on the worse the Nymphs and Nereids ride. Long wand’ring ways for you the pow’rs decree; All vote t’ admit the steed, that vows be paid All hush’d around. Unknown to friends, or foes, or conscious Fame, and the Tuscans. If native pow’r prevail not, shall I doubt In search of seats remote from Italy, Observant of the right, religious of his word. 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