Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- He too it was, when Caesar's light was quenched,
- For Rome had pity, when his bright head he veiled
- In iron-hued darkness, till a godless age
- Trembled for night eternal; at that time
- Howbeit earth also, and the ocean-plains,
- And dogs obscene, and birds of evil bode
- Gave tokens. Yea, how often have we seen
- Etna, her furnace-walls asunder riven,
- In billowy floods boil o'er the Cyclops' fields,
- And roll down globes of fire and molten rocks!
- A clash of arms through all the heaven was heard
- By Germany; strange heavings shook the Alps.
- Yea, and by many through the breathless groves
- A voice was heard with power, and wondrous-pale
- Phantoms were seen upon the dusk of night,
- And cattle spake, portentous! streams stand still,
- And the earth yawns asunder, ivory weeps
- For sorrow in the shrines, and bronzes sweat.
- Up-twirling forests with his eddying tide,
- Madly he bears them down, that lord of floods,
- Eridanus, till through all the plain are swept
- Beasts and their stalls together. At that time
- In gloomy entrails ceased not to appear
- Dark-threatening fibres, springs to trickle blood,
- And high-built cities night-long to resound
- With the wolves' howling. Never more than then
- From skies all cloudless fell the thunderbolts,
- Nor blazed so oft the comet's fire of bale.
- Therefore a second time Philippi saw
- The Roman hosts with kindred weapons rush
- To battle, nor did the high gods deem it hard
- That twice Emathia and the wide champaign
- Of Haemus should be fattening with our blood.
- Ay, and the time will come when there anigh,
- Heaving the earth up with his curved plough,
- Some swain will light on javelins by foul rust
- Corroded, or with ponderous harrow strike
- On empty helmets, while he gapes to see
- Bones as of giants from the trench untombed.
- Gods of my country, heroes of the soil,
- And Romulus, and Mother Vesta, thou
- Who Tuscan Tiber and Rome's Palatine
- Preservest, this new champion at the least
- Our fallen generation to repair
- Forbid not. To the full and long ago
- Our blood thy Trojan perjuries hath paid,
- Laomedon. Long since the courts of heaven
- Begrudge us thee, our Caesar, and complain
- That thou regard'st the triumphs of mankind,
- Here where the wrong is right, the right is wrong,
- Where wars abound so many, and myriad-faced
- Is crime; where no meet honour hath the plough;
- The fields, their husbandmen led far away,
- Rot in neglect, and curved pruning-hooks
- Into the sword's stiff blade are fused and forged.
- Euphrates here, here Germany new strife
- Is stirring; neighbouring cities are in arms,
- The laws that bound them snapped; and godless war
- Rages through all the universe; as when
- The four-horse chariots from the barriers poured
- Still quicken o'er the course, and, idly now
- Grasping the reins, the driver by his team
- Is onward borne, nor heeds the car his curb.