Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Aeneas straightway from his lofty ships
- lets down his troop by bridges. Some await
- the ebbing of slack seas, and boldly leap
- into the shallows; others ply the oar.
- Tarchon a beach discovers, where the sands
- sing not, nor waves with broken murmur fall,
- but full and silent swells the gentle sea.
- Steering in haste that way, he called his crews:
- “Now bend to your stout oars, my chosen brave.
- Lift each ship forward, till her beak shall cleave
- yon hostile shore; and let her keel's full weight
- the furrow drive. I care not if we break
- our ship's side in so sure an anchorage,
- if once we land.” While Tarchon urged them thus,
- the crews bent all together to their blades
- and sped their foaming barks to Latium's plain,
- till each beak gripped the sand and every keel
- lay on dry land unscathed:—all save thine own,
- O Tarchon! dashed upon a sand-bar, she!
- Long poised upon the cruel ridge she hung,
- tilted this way or that and beat the waves,
- then split, and emptied forth upon the tide
- her warriors; and now the drifting wreck
- of shattered oars and thwarts entangles them,
- or ebb of swirling waters sucks them down.