Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Below th' horizon the Sicilian isle
- just sank from view, as for the open sea
- with heart of hope they sailed, and every ship
- clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves.
- But Juno of her everlasting wound
- knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain
- thus darkly mused: “Must I, defeated, fail
- of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King
- from Italy away? Can Fate oppose?
- Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame
- the Argive fleet and sink its mariners,
- revenging but the sacrilege obscene
- by Ajax wrought, Oileus' desperate son?
- She, from the clouds, herself Jove's lightning threw,
- scattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms.
- Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire,
- in whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung.
- But I, who move among the gods a queen,
- Jove's sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe
- make war so long! Who now on Juno calls?
- What suppliant gifts henceforth her altars crown?”