Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- While thus he cried to Heaven, a shrieking blast
- smote full upon the sail. Up surged the waves
- to strike the very stars; in fragments flew
- the shattered oars; the helpless vessel veered
- and gave her broadside to the roaring flood,
- where watery mountains rose and burst and fell.
- Now high in air she hangs, then yawning gulfs
- lay bare the shoals and sands o'er which she drives.
- Three ships a whirling south wind snatched and flung
- on hidden rocks,—altars of sacrifice
- Italians call them, which lie far from shore
- a vast ridge in the sea; three ships beside
- an east wind, blowing landward from the deep,
- drove on the shallows,—pitiable sight,—
- and girdled them in walls of drifting sand.
- That ship, which, with his friend Orontes, bore
- the Lycian mariners, a great, plunging wave
- struck straight astern, before Aeneas' eyes.
- Forward the steersman rolled and o'er the side
- fell headlong, while three times the circling flood
- spun the light bark through swift engulfing seas.
- Look, how the lonely swimmers breast the wave!
- And on the waste of waters wide are seen
- weapons of war, spars, planks, and treasures rare,
- once Ilium's boast, all mingled with the storm.
- Now o'er Achates and Ilioneus,
- now o'er the ship of Abas or Aletes,
- bursts the tempestuous shock; their loosened seams
- yawn wide and yield the angry wave its will.